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September,  1907. 

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Published  for  Private  Circulation 

BY  Martha  J.  Moore, 

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^0 

tEtje  ©ear  iWemorp  of 

fameg  l^aniel  iHoore, 

tfte  Ijugfaanti  of  l)er  j^outfj 

anb  tije  companion  anb  £Jolace  of  fjer 

maturer  pearsi, 

tliisJ  little  bolume  isi  bebicateti 

in  gorrotuing  affection 


^^refatorp  Mott, 


illflORE  than  a  year  ago  I  was  requested  by  Mrs.  J.  D.  Moore 
'^  to  prepare  in  printed  form  as  complete  a  collection  as  pos- 

sible of  the  obituary  matter  which  was  variously  published  upon 
the  death  of  her  lamented  husband.  These  biographical  sketches, 
tributes  of  respect,  and  eulogies  of  his  life  and  character  she 
wished  to  gather  in  a  single  collection  that  could  be  preserved  by 
friends  as  a  memorial  and  by  her  children  as  a  precious  keepsake. 
Some,  but  very  naturally  not  all,  of  these  notices  had  been  caught 
as  they  appeared,  and  were  laid  away  by  members  of  the  family. 
The  gathering  of  the  many  still  scattered  tributes,  the  collection 
of  new  material,  the  preparation  and  arrangement  of  all  the  matter 
and  the  illustrations,  and  the  supervision  of  the  printing  involved 
no  small  draft  upon  time  and  energies  already  well  taken  up  by 
other  duties.  Hence  I  hesitated  to  commit  myself  to  the  task  of 
compilation — hesitated,  not  because  I  wished  to  escape  perform- 
ing a  labor  of  love  in  memory  of  one  of  the  best  and  closest 
friends  I  ever  had,  but  because  I  was  mindful  that  so  many  things 
constantly  arise  to  prevent  a  busy  newspaper  man  from  keeping 
a  promise  of  this  kind  after  he  has  made  it.  Time  has  verified 
the  accuracy  of  my  reasoning  and  justified  the  reluctance  w4th 
which  I  accepted  the  trust. 

At  such  spare  times  as  I  could  command  I  have  collected  the 
printed  material,  the  special  articles,  and  the  illustrations,  and 
have  woven  them  together  in  this  commemorative  volume.  Of 
the  illustrations  it  should  be  said  that  several  of  them  were  chosen 
because  of  their  almost  inseparable  association  with  memories  of 
Mr.  Moore,  among  this  number  being  Globe  Academy,  South 
Fork  Institute,  the  Modena  Cotton  Mills,  and  the  Baptist  churches 
shown.  For  the  use  of  the  two  illustrations  of  the  26th  North 
Carolina  Regiment  the  compiler  is  indebted  to  the  courtesy  of 
Hon.  Walter  Clark,  Chief  Justice  of  the  Supreme  Court  of  North 
Carolina,  who  edited  the  Regimental  Histories  from  which  they 
were  taken.  It  is  due  also  that  acknowledgment  be  made  of  the 
kindly  interest  and  assistance  of  Rev.  Hight  C.  Moore,  without 


6  PREFATORY  NOTE. 

which  so  much  would  have  been  lacking  to  make  this  memorial 
what  it  should  be. 

It  has  been  two  years  to-day  since  Mr.  Moore  died,  and  I  am 
just  finding  my  work  completed.  I  wish  it  were  done  better;  but 
here  it  is — a  labor  of  love,  however  imperfect  it  be  in  expression. 

THE  COMPILER. 

Raleigh,  North  Carolina, 
August  6,  1907. 


Contents;, 

CHAPTEK.  PAGE. 

I.  The    Old   Home 9 

II.  A  Soldier  of  the  South 14 

III.  A  Soldier  of  the  Cross 21 

IV.  The  Husband's  Help-Meet 28 

V.  The  Sudden  Summons 30 

VI.  Under  a  Coverlet  of  Roses 32 

VII.  Three  Favorite  Hymns 34 

VIII.  Tears   and  Flowers 37 

IX.  A  Character  Great  in  Grateful  Service 44 

X.  The  Big  Poplar:  A  Giant  of  the  Woodland 47 

XI.  The  Crossing    ^ 52 

XII.  A    Sun-Crowned    Life 56 


TLiiit  of  Sllusitrattons;. 


FACING  PAGE 

J.  D.  Moore  and  Autograph 1 

The  Old  Home  in  Globe 8 

The  Old  Home— South  End 9 

As  You  Look  Southward  from  the  Old  Home 10 

Globe  Academy — Blue  Ridge  in  the  Distance 11 

The  Ford  and  Foot-Bridge 14 

A  Soldier  at  15 — Officers  and  Privates  26th  Regiment 16 

Officers  26th  Regiment 18 

South  Fork  Institute 25 

Martha  J.  Moore  and  Autograph 28 

The  Moore  Home  in  Gastonia 30 

First  Baptist  Church  of  Gastonia 32 

Original  Gastonia  Baptist  Church 33 

Modena  Mill,  No.  1 38 

Modena  Mill,  No.  2 39 

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JBi^t  ©lb  Jlome. 

"  The  heart  loves  to  associate  Itself  with  some  spot  ancestral  and  dear, 
and  call  it  home." 

3^  IS  childhood  home  in  a  skyland  valley — enter,  if  you  will,  its 
^  open  door  in  the  train  of  welcome  guests ;  rest  a  while  by 
the  cordial  hearth,  and  catch  some  of  the  beams  it  threw  into  the 
life  that  is  ended  here. 

It  is  a  plain,  two-story  country  mansion,  painted  in  white  and 
green,  with  high  chimneys,  long  porch,  comfortable  rooms,  and 
generous  premises.  You  look  outward  through  an  attractive 
avenue  of  elderly  cedars,  brought  hither  long  ago  from  Charlotte 
and  Columbia,  when  those  were  the  nearest  markets.  Just  outside 
the  front  gate  lies  the  highway  pounded  by  many  a  mountain  hoof 
and  wheel.  Directly  beyond  roll  the  crystal  waters  of  the  Estes 
prong  of  John's  River,  hurrying  downward  from  the  cool  heights 
and  nooks  of  the  Blue  Ridge.  Almost  from  the  river's  rim  the 
intercepting  hillocks  rise  eastward  to  greet  the  morning  sun.  To 
the  rear,  the  woodland  slopes  upward  from  yard  and  garden,  and 
joining  it  there  is  a  beautiful  green  knoll  curving  over  to  the 
water-mill  on  the  Gragg  prong  of  the  river,  commanding  a  view 
down  the  valley,  shaded  by  occasional  oaks,  grazed  by  many  gen- 
erations of  sheep  and  kine,  and  crowned  by  the  sacred  enclosure 
of  the  family  graveyard.  Up  the  valley  a  few  rods  the  enclosing 
mountains  break  off  into  the  river,  and  down-stream  the  valley 
opens  out  beautifully  into  field  after  field  as  a  flower  unfolds  its 
petals.  And  overtowering  these  and  myriads  of  other  valleys  and 
foot-hills  rises  the  majestic  Grandfather,  his  great  blue  sides  bony 
with  ridge  and  rock,  his  granite  crest  uprearing  toward  the  stars. 

A  beautiful  spot ;  and  here,  of  parents  worthy  of  any  son,  with 
blood  as  pure  and  vigorous  as  ever  ran  in  any  vein,  into  a  family 
of  brothers  and  sisters  united  in  perpetual  devotion,  on  a  January 


lo  IN  MBMORIAM 

day  in  1846,  was  born  James  Daniel  Moore,  the  best  all-round 
product  of  Globe  Valley  since  its  first  clearing  by  the  original 
Jesse  Moore  a  century  and  a  half  ago. 

^        >ii        ^ 

Narrow  was  the  little  world  about  him,  but  it  was  broad  enough 
for  the  foundations  of  a  noble  life.  Son  of  a  farmer,  he  was 
taught  the  secrets  and  arts  of  the  soil :  following  the  plow,  swing- 
ing the  scythe,  herding  the  stock,  clearing  the  ''new  ground,"  har- 
rowing in  wheat,  gathering  the  crops,  and  the  thousand  duties  of 
the  busy  farm.  But  there  was  the  relaxation  of  sport,  such  as 
swimming  in  the  mill-pond  or  some  "deep  hole"  in  the  river; 
blackberrying  on  field-margins  or  huckleberrying  on  woodland 
ridges;  wrestling,  pitching  quoits,  playing  "base,"  lifting  heavy 
weights,  and  other  old-time  school-boy  games ;  fishing  for  eel  and 
catfish,  perch  and  "suckers"  and  speckled  trout;  hunting  for  quail 
and  squirrel,  fox  and  wildcat,  deer  and  bear.  The  score  of  fam- 
ilies in  his  immediate  community  were  of  the  purest  Anglo-Saxon 
stock  in  America,  and  Elizabethan  words  were  yet  upon  their 
lips.  His  school  advantages  were  not  extensive  but  fundamental, 
and  he  never  forgot  his  debt  to  such  early  schoolmasters  as 
Charlie  Dickson  and  William  Farthing.  Of  course  the  influence 
of  the  church  was  primal  in  his  unfolding  life ;  thither  his  young 
feet  were  directed  and  the  voices  of  Elders  Craig  and  Harrison 
and  Moody  lingered  with  him  as  sweet  memories  throughout  the 
years.  And  thus  it  was  that  in  a  lovely  valley,  whose  fields  were 
rich  with  grain  and  fruit  and  whose  enclosing  hills  were  untor- 
tured  as  yet  by  lumberman  or  forest  fire,  he  toughened  his  sinews 
till  they  became  strings  of  steel,  lifted  his  eyes  skyward  in  yearn- 
ing aspiration,  enriched  his  life  with  the  flavor  of  Nature  at  her 
fairest  and  best,  and  broadened  his  horizon  from  many  a  peak  of 
blue,  though  Pack  Hill  or  Rough  Ridge  were  in  the  way.  Such, 
and  much  more,  was  the  bed-rock  upon  which  the  structure  of  his 
life  was  reared. 

The  Dark  Sixties  drew  on,  Mars  raised  his  banners  and  called 
the  legions  to  war.     With  a  dash,  valor,  and  chivalry  worthy  of 


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elder  Southrons,  "]\mm\t''  Moore,  of  Globe,  went  to  the  front, 
the  youngest  soldier  in  the  Confederate  Army.*  He  faltered  not 
in  camp  or  field,  and  at  bloody  Gettysburg  he  figured  in  a  world's 
record  and  fell  twice  wounded  there.  Home  on  a  furlough,  he 
raised  his  musket  in  the  defence  of  loved  ones  against  a  band  of 
prowling  ''Bushwhackers,"  who,  professing  sympathy  with  the 
Union,  were  only  bent  on  private  plunder.  Back  then  to  the  army 
once  more,  now  as  a  cavalryman,  till  peace  was  declared;  and  in 
all  the  army  there  was  no  truer,  braver  soldier  that  laid  down 
arms  than  the  soldier-lad  from  the  valley  of  Globe. 

■^     -jfi.     -i^ 

Out  into  the  wide  world  his  lot  has  now  been  cast,  and  so  the 
old  home  becomes  henceforth  a  Mecca  for  pilgrim  feet.  From 
out  the  West  after  the  war  he  returned  to  the  home  acres  and 
opened  a  school  at  the  forks  of  the  river,  where  he  had  himself 
received  his  first  lessons.  Later  he  began  merchandising  in  the 
same  vicinity,  and  there  discovered  the  hidings  of  his  power  as  a 
prince  in  business.  Then  to  Dallas,  in  the  rolling  down-country, 
where  he  won  the  companion  of  his  life,  associate  and  inspirer  of 
his  labors,  and  mother  of  his  children.  Thence  to  Gastonia,  where 
the  wider  and  larger  and  richer  life  was  lived  as  merchant,  cotton 
expert,  manufacturer,  citizen,  and  man.  But  all  through  the  years 
he  lifted  up  his  eyes  to  the  hills  and  ever  and  anon  came  back  with 
words  of  sympathy,  deeds  of  stimulus,  and  dollars  of  aid.  Again 
and  again  the  valley  sanctuary  near  the  old  home  felt  his  thrill  in 
Sunday  school  class  and  church  service  and  social  touch.  Into 
the  Globe  Academy  during  its  earliest  and  balmiest  days  went  his 
money  and  his  children  under  such  instructors  as  Patton  and 
Spainhour  and  Alarshall.  Hither  his  loved  ones  were  brought 
summer  after  summer  to  revel  in  mountain  breezes,  to  mingle  with 
relatives,  and  to  enjoy  the  scenes  of  his  boyhood.  And,  as  he  him- 
self lingered  for  momentary  relaxation  from  the  tense  strain  of 
multiform  activities,  how  welcome  to  many  a  lad  and  lass  were 
his  words  of  interest  and  counsel  as  opportunity  offered,  whether 

*  Said  to  have  been  the  youngest  soldier  who  served  through  the  four 
years  of  the  war.    See  next  chapter. 


12  IN  MBMORIAM 

at  the  store,  or  along  the  road,  or  at  the  school  house,  or  in  the 
home.  And  his  conversation  with  the  companions  of  his  early- 
years — how  rich  with  reminiscence,  spicy  with  anecdote,  inform- 
ing, reverent,  helpful.  Widely  known  and  loved  as  widely,  he 
forsook  not  the  way  to  his  natal  mountain  nook  but  came  with 
blended  honor  and  humility,  and  those  among  whom  he  grew  gave 
him  richly  love  for  love. 

For  he  was  a  manly  man.  In  himself  most  happily  he  united 
the  sparkle  and  dash  of  bounding  youth,  the  poise  and  tensity  of 
manhood  under  strain,  the  fulness  and  ripeness  of  age  serene.  The 
smoothness,  the  alacrity,  the  constancy,  and  the  effectiveness  of 
his  efforts  were  little  short  of  a  marvel.  He  knew  where  and 
how  to  strike  to  produce  results ;  and  he  struck  fast  and  hard  until 
the  work  was  done.  But,  though  the  page  of  life  was  full  of  daily 
strenuous  toil,  there  was  always  margin  for  beneficent  deeds.  An 
open  hand  to  the  poor,  help  for  the  young  man  starting  in  busi- 
ness, encouragement  for  those  under  reverses,  personal  visits  in 
the  homes  of  the  sick  and  the  afflicted,  unheralded  checks  to  aid 
sacrificing  teachers  and  struggling  students,  public-spirited  pro- 
motion of  municipal  enterprise,  letters  of  friendship  and  sympathy 
to  far-away  missionaries :  these  and  the  like  were  thick  all  through 
his  career.  Into  his  religious  life  he  brought  his  business  energy, 
sense,  and  acumen,  and  without  ambition  became  prominent  in  his 
church  and  denomination  as  wise  counsellor,  liberal  supporter,  and 
tireless  worker.  Genial  in  business  and  social  circles  he  was  sun- 
nier and  happier  nowhere  than  by  his  own  hospitable  hearth, 
where  never  the  shadow  of  bereavement  fell  till  the  crape  was 
hung  for  him. 

5|c        :}j        ^ 

That  Sunday  morning,  when  Gastonia's  worshipping  crowds 
were  assembled,  the  gates  on  high  were  open  flung  and  he  was 
w^afted  thither.  Eyes  are  still  wet  now  that  he  is  gone ;  wet  with 
natural  grief  and  not  because  of  his  heavenly  coronation.     And 


JAMBS  DANIEL  MOORB.  13 

here  at  his  old  home:  never  again  the  familiar  voice  or  footfall; 
nevermore  these  cedars  shelter  his  form ;  never  the  fountain  slake 
his  thirst  or  native  breezes  cool  his  brow ;  nevermore ! 

But  the  home  here  and  the  home  he  made  are  types  of  the  Home 
Eternal,  and  there,  as  he  prayed,  may  loved  ones  gone  and  loved 
ones  coming  gather  with  him  forever  around  the  Great  White 

Throne!  Hight  C.  Moor^. 

Globe,  North  Caeolina, 
July  31,  1906. 


14  IN  MBMORIAM 


CHAPTER  II. 

a  ^olbier  of  tfje  ^outlj. 

"The  trumpets  sound,   the  banners  fly, 
The  glittering  spears  are  ranked  ready; 
The  shouts  o'  war  are  heard  afar, 
The  battle  closes  deep  and  bloody." 

IJN  THE  mountains  of  Caldwell  County,  about  seventy  miles 
northwest  of  Gastonia  nestles  a  peaceful  valley.  High 
mountains  stand  guard  on  every  side,  and  through  the  fertile  acres 
John's  River  winds  its  way  in  graceful  curves.  In  some  places 
its  clear  waters  go  plashing  along  over  the  shoals  of  small  round 
rocks  which  it  has  heaped  together  in  one  of  its  passionate  moods, 
while  at  other  points,  in  curved  and  shady  nooks,  its  deep,  sweet 
pools,  moving  so  gently,  afford  fine  swimming  for  the  fishes  and 
the  boys.  Through  the  gap  which  allows  the  river  to  escape,  men 
pass  into  and  out  of  this  lovely  valley.  Smaller  streams  feed  the 
river  from  their  birthplaces  in  the  remote  recesses  of  the  surround- 
ing mountains,  and  so  numerous  are  they  that,  climb  or  roam  the 
mountains  which  way  he  will,  one  can  scarcely  lose  himself  from 
the  music  of  their  ever-singing  rills.  On  the  cool  sides  of  the 
cliffs  the  gentle  arbutus  blooms  under  the  belated  snows,  and  the 
sweet  wild  violets,  some  purple  and  some  golden,  open  their  hearts 
to  the  sunlight  in  season.  As  a  fringe  along  the  streams  and  like 
fountains  of  bloom  on  the  cliffside,  the  mountain  laurel  pours  out 
its  soul  in  colorful  flowers. 

There  are  homes,  happy  homes,  in  this  delightful  valley,  which 
has  been  called  the  Globe.  About  every  home  is  the  farm  of 
thrifty  acres,  corn  and  waving  grain,  the  sugar  cane,  and  the 
shady  orchard  of  apple  trees.  A  delightsome  land!  And  with 
just  merit  has  it  found  a  permanent  place  in  the  State's  literature 
in  the  recent  "Home  Acre  Sketches,"  written  by  one  who  grew 
to  manhood  among  the  scenes  his  gifted  pen  has  so  faithfully 
portrayed. 

One  of  these  homes  stood  back  from  the  river  in  the  upper  part 
of  the  valley.     Through  its  broad  front  yard  a  walkway,  which 


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led  from  the  gate  to  the  hospitable  doorstep,  was  overarched  by 
the  arms  of  tall  cedars.  It  was  the  home  of  Air.  and  Mrs.  Carroll 
Moore,  to  whom  on  the  5th  of  January,  1846,  was  born  a  little 
baby  boy.  They  gave  to  him  the  name  of  James  Daniel.  And 
they  called  him  Jimmie.  Amid  the  scenes  already  described  he 
grew  into  boyhood  and  was  ready  to  enter  young  manhood. 

In  the  days  of  his  boyhood  there  came  to  this  peaceful  valley 
the  rumors  of  war.  The  old  men  talked  about  it  and  shook  their 
heads ;  the  young  men  listened  eagerly  and  seldom  left  a  conversa- 
tion of  their  elders  wherein  war  was  the  topic.  The  causes  of  the 
war  we  need  not  here  discuss.  In  a  beautiful  story  called  Bethany, 
written  by  Tom  Watson,  one  who  cares  to  may  be  well  entertained 
by  reading  about  home  scenes  in  the  South  in  those  troublous 
days.  But  the  war  came.  With  volcanic  fury  it  burst  upon  the 
land  in  the  early  days  of  1861.  From  her  hills  and  plains  and 
valleys,  cities,  farms  and  schools  the  sons  of  the  South,  thrilled 
by  the  call  of  battle,  flocked  to  the  fields  of  glory  and  of  death  in 
defense  of  the  homes  and  hearthstones  they  loved  so  well. 

Among  them  was  Jimmie  jNIoore,  from  Globe.  He  was  then 
fifteen  years  old — bearing  the  form  and  features  of  a  lad,  but 
having  the  heart  and  bravery  of  a  man.  He  was  full  of  life,  buoy- 
ant, happy,  with  all  the  frankness  of  a  boy's  nature,  and  with  a 
boy's  love  of  adventure.  He  was  popular  with  his  comrades,  be- 
loved by  his  officers. 

A  complete  account  of  his  army  life  can  not  now  be  written, 
for  he  is  gone ;  but  from  the  records  which  exist  it  appears  undis- 
puted that  he  was  the  youngest  soldier  in  the  Confederate  Army 
to  serve  through  the  entire  war.  This  claim  was  widely  circu- 
lated by  leading  newspapers  in  the  South  since  the  close  of  the 
war  and  was  never  successfully  contradicted.  Young  Moore  en- 
listed in  May,  1861,  in  the  company  of  Capt.  N.  P.  Rankin,  along 
with  many  companions  from  Caldwell  County.  This  company 
afterwards  became  Company  F.,  of  the  Twenty-Sixth  North 
Carolina  Regiment,  which  was  commanded  by  Col.  Z.  B.  Vance. 

With  the  exception  of  the  battle  of  New  Bern,  he  was  with  the 
regiment  in  all  its  various  engagements  until  that  red  carnival 
of  carnage,  the  Battle  of  Gettysburg,  which  began  July  i,  1863. 


i6  IN  MBMORIAM 

Into  this  battle  the  Twenty- Sixth  Regiment  entered  with  850 
men ;  on  the  third  day  it  reported  for  duty  only  230.  Six  hundred 
and  twenty  of  its  gallant  soldiers  were  dead  or  bleeding  on  the 
field  of  battle. 

Among  the  wounded  was  James  D.  Moore.  His  company, 
commanded  then  by  Captain  R.  M.  Tuttle,  swept  into  the  first 
day's  fight  with  three  officers  and  88  enlisted  men.  Every  one  of 
these  were  either  killed  or  wounded  that  day,  with  one  exception, 
Sergeant  Robert  Hudspeth  alone  was  unharmed.  The  subject 
of  this  sketch  was  the  85th  man  of  his  company  to  be  shot  down. 
He  was  wounded  in  the  leg  and  in  the  neck.  The  awful  thirst 
and  the  faintness  of  the  wounded  boy  lying  there  in  the  open 
field,  under  a  July  sun,  growing  fainter  and  fainter  from  loss  of 
blood,  was  but  one  of  the  thousand  cruel  incidents  of  cruel  war. 
But  a  kind  Providence  permitted  his  recovery.  When  sufficiently 
recuperated  from  his  wounds,  he  was  allowed  to  return  to  his  old 
home  on  a  furlough.  But  even  while  here  he  fell  in  with  his 
neighbors  to  fight  off  the  "bushwhackers,"  northern  sympathizers, 
who  prowled  like  wolves  around  those  loyal  valley  homes,  ready 
whenever  they  could  to  rush  in  to  kill  and  rob  the  unprotected. 

Returning  to  his  regiment  in  the  spring  of  1864,  ^^  participated 
in  that  terribly  bloody  series  of  encounters  known  as  the  battle  of 
the  Wilderness.  Finding  himself  unable  to  perform  service  in 
the  infantry  on  account  of  the  stubborn  wound  received  in  his 
leg  at  Gettysburg,  he  applied  for  a  transfer  to  Company  D.  of  the 
First  North  Carolina  Cavalry,  which  command  he  joined  in  Sep- 
tember, 1864.  A  kinsman  writes  that  "he  came  to  the  regiment 
splendidly  mounted  on  a  beautiful  dark  mare,  and  from  that  time 
till  the  close  of  the  war  was  with  the  regiment  in  the  various 
cavalry  battles  and  skirmishes  in  which  it  was  engaged,  including, 
among  others,  Boisseau's  farm.  Gravelly  Run,  Wilson's  farm, 
Hampton's  cattle  raid,  and  Bellfield."  With  this  troop  of  cavalry 
he  served  as  General  Wade  Hampton's  courier  until  the  close  of 
the  war,  doing  his  full  part  in  the  exploits  by  which  Hampton's 
cavalry  won  imperishable  fame  for  Southern  arms. 

In  the  bold  dash  known  as  Hampton's  cattle  raid,  which  was 
made  upon  General  Grant's  commissariat,  2,500  fine  beef  cattle 


TWENTY-SIXTH  REGIMENT. 


1.  John  Tuttle,  Sergeant,  Co.  F. 

2.  Wm.  N.  Snelling:,  2d  Lieut.,  Co.  D. 

3.  L.  L.  Polk,  Sergeant  Major. 

4.  W.  W.  Edwards,  Private,  Co.  E. 

5.  J.  D.  Moore.  Private,  Co.  F.    (The  85th 

man  in  his  Company  wounded  at 
Gettysburg,  July  1st,  1863.) 


6.  H.  C.  Coffey,  Private,  Co.  F.      (The 

86th  man  in  his  Company  wounded 
at  Gettysburg,  July  1st,  1863.) 

7.  Laban  Ellis,  Private,  Co.  E. 


JAMES  DANIEL  MOORE.  17 

were  captured — a  most  welcome  addition  to  the  scanty  commis- 
sary of  the  hard-pressed  Confederate  Army.  It  may  not  be  out 
of  place,  as  a  matter  of  immediate  local  interest,  to  say  that  a  horn 
of  one  of  these  captured  cattle  is  now  in  the  keeping  of  the  Presi- 
dent of  the  Gastonia  Chapter  of  the  Daughters  of  the  Confederacy, 
the  gift  of  a  Confederate  veteran,  Mr.  E.  W.  Carson. 

One  incident  in  the  army  life  of  the  soldier  boy  from  Globe 
should  not  be  omitted,  namely,  his  conversion.  He  himself  often 
spoke  of  it  in  after  years,  dwelling  upon  it  with  gladness  and  tears. 
It  was  while  he  was  in  the  cavalry  service,  on  a  cold  winter  after- 
noon in  February,  1865,  that  the  late  B.  M.  Tuttle,  then  a  man  of 
43,  spoke  to  the  young  cavalryman  of  19  concerning  his  salva- 
tion. He  thought  of  the  constant  danger  to  which  his  life  was 
exposed,  and  of  how  mercifully  a  watchful  Providence  had  spared 
his  life  so  many  times  already,  and  was  seized  with  deep  convic- 
tion. That  night  they  occupied  a  school  house.  Waking  from 
sleep,  the  older  cavalryman  missed  his  younger  comrade  in  the 
quiet  hours  of  the  night,  waited  for  his  return,  and  then  went  out 
to  search  for  him.  He  found  him  in  a  fence  corner  groaning  in 
prayer,  his  face  buried  in  his  hands.  *'Get  up  and  come  into  the 
house  out  of  this  cold  night,"  implored  the  man.  "No,"  said  the 
sobbing  boy,  "I  have  come  here  to  stay  until  my  sins  are  par- 
doned." The  good  man  knelt  down  by  his  side  and  prayed  aloud 
for  the  almost  benumbed  boy,  until  the  midnight  air  was  made 
glad  by  the  expressions  of  the  forgiven  penitent's  unspeakable 
joy. 

After  Appomattox  the  young  soldier,  yet  lacking  two  of  being 
21  years  old,  returned  to  the  old  homestead  under  the  cedars,  and 
began  the  life-work  on  the  farm,  at  school,  in  business,  home  and 
church,  which  in  after  years  and  amid  other  scenes  he  accom- 
plished so  well. 


The  preceding  portion  of  this  chapter  was  prepared  for  use  at 
the  organization,  in  April,  1906,  of  the  J.  D.  Moore  Chapter  of 
the  Children  of  the  Confederacy  in  Gastonia,  and  was  published 
at  the  time  in  The  Gastonia  Gazette.    Though  at  the  risk  of  some 


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slight  repetition,  two  or  three  additional  paragraphs  relating  to 
his  army  life,  taken  from  the  History  of  the  North  Carolina  Regi- 
ments, i86i-'65,  will  be  here  appended  for  the  sake  of  complete- 
ness, and  because  to  many  of  his  closer  friends  they  will  recall 
the  entertaining  manner  in  which  they  have  heard  IMr.  Moore 
relate  the  incidents  mentioned.  It  ought  to  be  said,  however,  that 
discussions  about  the  war  and  reminiscences  concerning  his  sol- 
dier-life were  not,  as  is  so  often  the  case  wath  other  veterans, 
themes  of  absorbing  interest  to  Mr.  Moore.  He  could  be  drawn 
into  these  things  by  his  friends  when  they  seemed  interested  or 
entertained  by  his  narration  of  them;  but  seldom,  if  ever,  even 
when  in  a  company  of  his  old  comrades,  did  he  drift  of  his  own 
accord  into  reminiscences  of  the  war.  The  story  of  his  con- 
version, which,  upon  a  few  occasions,  he  felt  moved  by  his  interest 
in  the  unsaved  to  relate  in  religious  meetings  may  furnish,  per- 
haps, a  single  exception  to  this  statement.  To  him,  unless  there 
was  promise  of  accomplishing  some  good  purpose  by  so  doing, 
the  present  was  too  precious  and  the  future  too  important  for  him, 
fond  of  fresh  action  as  he  was,  to  be  living  over  again  the  already 
completed  past. 

The  paragraphs  referred  to  will  now  be  given,  the  first  being 
in  Mr.  Moore's  own  words  as  written  out  for  the  history  of  his 
regiment. 


UNPARALLELED  LOSS  OF  COMPANY  F 

(From  History  of  N.  C.  Regiments,  1861-65,  Vol.  V,  pages  600-1.) 

I  was  present  at  the  battle  of  Gettysburg,  a  private  in  Captain  E,.  M. 
Tuttle's  company  (F),  Twenty-Sixth  Regiment.  In  the  first  day's  battle 
we  had  87  men  for  duty;  we  lost  every  man,  either  killed  or  wounded, 
except  one.  Sergeant  Robert  Hudspeth.  I  was  the  85th  man  shot,  wounded 
in  the  neck  and  left  leg.  Henry  Coflfey  (Sergeant),  now  living  [1901]  near 
Lenoir,  was  the  86tli  man  shot.  Our  company  joined  the  color  company 
on  the  left,  and  being  at  the  head  of  the  company,  I  joined  the  color  guard 
and  was  by  the  colors  during  the  fight.  The  entire  color  guard  was  killed 
or  wounded,  and  a  number  of  officers  who  picked  up  the  colors  and  carried 
them  forward  were  also  killed  or  wounded,  among  them  the  young  and 
gallant  Bu^g^^7■n.  Lieutenant-Colonel  Lane  was  severely  wounded  toward 
the  close  of  the  fight,  near  the  top  of  the  hill.    He  also  had  the  colors  when 


1.  Zebulon  B.  Vance.  Colonel. 

2.  Harry  K.  Burgwyn.  Colonel. 

3.  John  R.  Lane,  Colonel. 

4.  J.  T.  Jones,  Lieut.-Colonel. 


5.  N.  P.  Rankin,  Major. 

6.  Thomas  J.  Boykin,  Surgeon. 

7.  J.J.  Young,  Captain  and  Asst.  Q.  M. 

8.  James  B.  Jordan,  1st  Lieut,  and  Adjt. 


JAMBS  DANIEL  MOORB.  19 

he  was  shot.  Of  the  two  left  of  my  company,  Henry  Cofifey  was  wounded 
just  after  I  fell,  leaving  only  Sergeant  Robert  Hudspeth  surviving  unhurt 
out  of  our  entire  company.  This  Robert  Hudspeth  came  to  see  me  at  the 
field  hospital  on  4th  July,  and  he  informed  me  that  he  had  gotten  some 
four  or  five  men  who  were  on  detail  as  ambulance  and  pioneer  corps  on 
the  first  day  and  were  not  in  the  fight  on  that  day  and  took  them  into  the 
fight  the  third  day.  On  that  day  Tom  Cozart,  of  Company  F,  carried  the 
fla^;  Cozart  fell  (killed)  with  the  colors  just  before  reaching  the  stone 
fence,  the  others  were  killed  or  wounded,  and  that  he  (Hudspeth)  was 
knocked  down  by  the  bursting  of  a  shell. 


A  RE^L^RKABLE  COINCIDENCE. 

(From  History  of  N.  C.  Regiments,  1861-65,  Vol.  II,  page  369.) 

James  D.  Moore,  private  in  Company  F,  was  the  85th  man  of  his  com- 
pany shot  on  the  first  day's  fight.  A  ball  passed  through  his  leg.  When 
taken  to  the  field  hospital  the  surgeon  said  he  had  been  fighting  cavalry, 
as  the  wound  was  made  by  a  carbine,  44  calibre,  and  not  by  an  Enfield 
rifle,  56  calibre.  After  the  v/ar  Moore  went  to  live  in  Indiana  at  a  place 
called  Winnamac.  He  there  met  a  man  named  Hayes,  who  was  a  member 
of  the  Twenty-Fourth  Michigan  Regiment  and  in  the  battle  of  Gettysburg. 
Hayes  had  lost  his  Enfield  rifle  on  the  forced  march  of  the  night  before, 
and  as  his  regiment  was  going  into  action  on  the  morning  of  1  July,  he 
picked  up  a  carbine  dropped  by  one  of  Buford's  cavalry,  and  used  it  during 
the  fight.  It  was  the  only  carbine  in  the  Twenty-Fourth  Regiment,  and 
just  before  he  retreated,  when  the  colors  of  the  regiment  charging  him 
was  fifteen  or  twenty  paces  distant,  he  fired  in  their  direction.  Moore  at 
the  time  was  alongside  the  flag  and  received  Hayes'  shot.  They  became 
good  friends,  and  Hayes  was  of  material  assistance  to  Moore  so  long  as 
the  latter  lived  in  his  town. 


A  W03kIAN  RECRUIT. 

(From  History  of  N.  C.  Regiments,  1861-65,  Vol.  H,  pages  330-1.) 
While  the  Twenty-Sixth  Regiment  was  in  camp  in  and  around  Kinston, 
after  the  battle  of  New  Bern,  many  recruits  joined  the  command.  Among 
them  were  two  young  men  giving  their  names  as  L.  M.  and  Samuel  Blalock. 
They  enlisted  in  Captain  Ballew's  company  (F),  and  were  brought  to  the 
regiment  by  private  James  D.  Moore,  of  Company  F.  On  the  way  from 
their  home  in  Caldwell  County,  to  join  the  regiment,  Moore  was  informed 
in  strict  confidence  by  L.  M.  (Keith)  Blalock,  that  Samuel  was  his  young 
wife,  and  that  he  would  only  enlist  on  condition  that  his  wife  be  allowed 
to  enlist  with  him.     This  was  agreed  to  by  Moore,  who  was  acting  as  re- 


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cruiting  officer,  and  Moore  also  promised  not  to  divulge  the  secret.  Sam 
Blaloek  is  described  as  a  good-looking  boy,  aged  16,  weight  about  130 
pounds;  height,  five  feet  and  four  inches,  dark  hair;  her  husband  (Keith), 
was  over  six  feet  in  height.  Sam  Blalock's  disguise  was  never  penetrated. 
She  drilled  and  did  the  duties  of  a  soldier  as  any  other  member  of  the 
company,  and  was  very  adept  at  learning  the  manual  and  drill. 

In  about  two  months  her  husband,  who  was  suffering  from  hernia  and 
from  poison  sumac,  was  discharged,  and  Sam  informed  his  captain  and 
Colonel  Vance  that  he  was  a  woman,  whereupon  she  was  discharged  and 
permitted  to  join  her  husband. 

On  returning  home,  Keith  Blaloek  and  his  wife,  now  known  by  her  real 
name,  "Malinda,"  joined  Kirk's  command,  an  organized  body  of  Union 
troops,  made  up  largely  of  deserters  and  bushwhackers,  operating  in  the 
western  part  of  the  State. 

In  the  spring  of  1864,  while  the  said  James  D.  Moore  was  at  home  at  his 
father's  at  a  place  called  the  Globe,  recovering  from  the  wound  he  had 
received  at  Gettysburg,  the  house  was  attacked  by  Keith  and  Malinda 
Blaloek  and  their  gang,  and  Carroll  Moore,  his  father,  severely  wounded. 
Several  of  the  marauders  were  wounded,  and  among  them  Malinda.  Again 
in  the  fall  of  1864,  Keith  and  his  raiders  attacked  Mr.  Carroll  Moore's 
house,  and  were  again  driven  off.  This  time  Keith  was  shot  in  the  head, 
and  one  eye  put  out. 

After  the  war  Keith  attempted  merchandising  in  Mitchell  County,  and 
was  a  candidate  for  the  Legislature  on  the  Republican  ticket,  but  was  de- 
feated, and  about  1892  he  and  his  wife  went  to  Texas.  They  subsequently 
returned  to  Xorth  Carolina,  and  at  this  time  (1901)  are  living  in  Mitchell 
County.  Malinda  Blalock's  maiden  name  was  Pritchard,  and  her  brother, 
Riley  Pritchard,  was  United  States  Commissioner  in  President  Harrison's 
administration. 


JAMBS  DANIEL  MOORE.  21 


CHAPTER  III. 

^  ^oltiter  of  tt)e  Cros^si. 

"  1  have  loved  to  hear  my  Lord  spoken  of;  and  wherever  I  have  seen  the  print  of  his 
shoe  in  the  earth,  there  I  have  coveted  to  set  my  foot  too." 

(Memorial  sketch  read  by  Hon.  VV.  A.  Graham  before  the  South  Fork 
Baptist  Association  at  Dallas,  N.  C,  October  27,  1905.) 

QTAMES  DANIEL  MOORE,  the  son  of  Carroll  and  Sarah 
^  Moore,  was  born  in  Caldwell  County  January  5,  1846.  He 
spent  his  youth  upon  his  father's  farm  until  May,  1861,  when  he 
volunteered  as  a  private  in  Capt.  R.  M.  Tuttle's  company,  which 
was  Company  F,  Twenty-Sixth  Regiment  North  Carolina  Troops 
in  the  Confederate  Army.  This  company  was  in  the  Battle  of 
Gettysburg  July  i,  1863.  It  won  the  distinction  of  incurring  the 
greatest  loss  in  proportion  to  numbers  engaged  of  any  command 
in  recorded  history;  87  men  were  carried  into  action,  of  whom 
86  were  killed  or  wounded,  he  being  the  85th  man  to  fall,  wounded 
in  the  neck  and  through  the  leg.  Upon  recovery  he  found  that 
the  wound  in  his  leg  made  marching  on  foot  uncomfortable  and 
was  transferred  to  Company  D,  First  North  Carolina  Cavalry, 
where  he  did  faithful  service  until  the  surrender  of  General  Lee. 

Upon  returning  home  from  the  army,  he  attended  school  at 
Dallas,  N.  C,  for  one  year.  Here  he  met  Martha,  daughter  of 
John  Lewis,  a  prominent  citizen,  who  was  for  several  years  Clerk 
of  the  Court  of  Gaston  County,  also  Clerk  of  the  Catawba  River 
Association  i863-'64.  They  were  married  September  25,  1870. 
The  union  was  blessed  with  eight  children,  all  of  whom  survive 
him. 

He  located  in  Dallas  and  engaged  in  merchandising  with  his 
brother-in-law,  James  R,  Lewis,  who  still  continues  the  business. 
In  1883  he  removed  to  Gastonia  and  continued  this  business. 
Afterwards  he  became  interested  in  the  cotton  mills  and  was  in- 
strumental in  the  erection  and  management  of  several  at  Gastonia, 
also  at  Dallas,  Lenoir  and  Hudson. 


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He  was  a  successful  business  man  and  his  work  so  commended 
him  to  capitalists  that  he  could  obtain  the  necessary  support  and 
co-operation  for  any  business  of  the  kind  that  he  undertook; 
there  was  no  man  in  his  section  who  surpassed  him  in  prospect 
for  usefulness  in  developments  and  investments  of  capital. 

He  did  much  to  elevate  the  position  of  the  cotton  mill  popula- 
tion in  the  esteem  of  the  public,  and  there  is  now  not  a  more  re- 
spected class  of  citizens.  He  was  public-spirited  and  always 
ready  to  aid  or  lead  in  any  undertaking  to  advance  the  welfare 
of  his  community. 

While  active  in  politics  he  did  not  aspire  to  office,  and  only 
accepted  a  position  as  one  of  the  directors  of  the  State  Institution 
for  the  Blind ;  which  was  somewhat  in  the  line  of  his  life-work. 
He  served  his  town  several  times  as  an  Alderman,  and  his  sug- 
gestions for  its  advancement  and  prosperity  were  much  valued. 

It  is  as  a  servant  of  the  Master  of  Assemblies  and  a  worker  in 
His  vineyard  that  we  are  especially  interested  in  his  history.  In 
March,  1865,  while  doing  picket  duty  on  the  Meherrin  River,  near 
Boykin's  depot,  Va.,  he,  as  his  duties  would  permit,  attended  a 
protracted  meeting,  and  he  there  made  a  profession  of  the  accept- 
ance of  Christ  as  his  Savior.  A  full  account  of  his  conversion  is 
given  in  the  annexed  article  of  Rev.  D.  H.  Tuttle,  of  the  M.  E. 
Church,  South,  published  by  the  North  Carolina  Baptist  Septem- 
ber 27,  1905. 

W^t  ConberiSion  of  tfje  Hate  ST.  5©.  jHoore. 

Permit  me  to  give  your  many  readers  a  bit  of  interesting  re- 
ligious history  of  the  noble  man  whose  name  heads  this  article. 
We  were  natives  of  the  same  county,  Caldwell.  He  and  my 
father,  the  late  B.  M.  Tuttle,  of  Caldwell  County,  were  together 
as  soldiers  in  Confederate  gray  during  the  last  years  of  the  War 
Between  the  States ;  father  then  a  man  of  43,  and  Moore  a  youth 
of  17  or  18,  and  not  converted.  In  February,  1865,  they  were  on 
duty  in  cavalry  service.  In  the  afternoon  of  a  cold  winter  day 
father  engaged  young  Moore  in  conversation  concerning  his  sal- 
vation, reminding  him  of  the  dangers  to  which  their  lives  were 
daily  exposed  and  exhorting  him  to  make  preparation  to  meet 
God  in  peace  in  case  of  death. 


JAMBS  DANIEL  MOORE.  23 

Father's  words  were  as  seed  in  good  soil,  and  conviction,  deep 
and  effective  seized  young  Moore.    That  night  he  and  father  spent 
in  a  school  house,  sleeping  (or  intending  to  sleep)  upon  the  desks, 
and  covering  with  their  blankets.     A  while  after  they  had  lam 
down,  father  awoke  and  noticed  that  young  Moore  was  gone  from 
his  side.     He  lav  awake  awaiting  his  return;  but,  as  he  did  not 
return  soon,  father  arose  and  went  out  to  look  after  him.     He 
soon  heard  groaning  in  prayer  and  found  him  ma  fence  corner 
face  in  hands  and  on  the  ground,  earnestly  crymg  to  God  for 
mercv      Father  asked  him  to  get  up  and  come  into  the  school 
house';  but  he  replied,  saying  that  he  had  come  out  there  to  stay 
till  his  sins  were  pardoned,  and  that  he  would  never  leave  till  he 
was  foro-iven.     Father  then  got  down  by  him,  directing  him  by 
God's  word  in  the  way  to  the  Kingdom.     Then  he  began  pray- 
in-  aloud  for  him,  and  while  the  stillness  of  that  midnight  hour 
was  being  broken  by  the  voice  of  interceding  prayer    the  light 
of  a  new  world  and  a  new  life  broke  in  upon  the  sou    of  James 
D  T^Ioore,  and  he  rejoiced  with  joy  unspeakable  and  full  ot  glory. 
There  was  no  sleep  in  the  school  house  that  night,  but  desks  be- 
came platforms  of  the  soul's  first  fellowship  with  God. 

This  account  of  his  conversion  I  heard  substantially  from  Capt. 
Moore's  lips  at  Morven  camp-meeting,  August,  1903,  m  a  per- 
sonal testimony  as  to  the  saving  power  of  Christ  and  m  my 
father's  presence;  saying  at  the  same  time  he  wanted  to  cheer  the 
heart  of  the  gray-haired  old  veteran  by  lettmg  him  know  that  he 
had  helped  him  find  the  Savior.  Captain  Moore  said  also  that 
he  had  heard  during  life  many  eloquent  prayers,  but  none  ever 
equalled  the  one  father  offered  that  night.  1  r  ^ 

Two  years  back  from  this  date  both  of  them  were  soldiers  of 
the  cross,  yet  on  earth  battling  for  the  right;  but  to-day  both  are 
crowned  heirs  of  eternal  life  in  the  Heavenly  church  triumphant. 
I  have  seen  it  stated  that  Capt.  Moore's  mother  was  praymg 
for  his  conversion  that  night.  If  so,  father  was  God  s  mstmnient 
to  bring  about  the  answer.  ^'  ^'  ■LUTTi.e;. 

Returning  home  from  the  army  he  did  not  unite  with  the  church 
in  his  neighborhood,  as  it  was  in  sentiment  and  practice  somewhat 
inclined  to  anti-mission  views,  but,  with  one  of  his  sisters,  joined 
Rocky  Spring  Church  in  the  same  county  and  was  baptized  by 
Elder  R  H.  Moody,  a  minister  well  known  at  that  time  m  the 
Catawba  River  Association.     In  1879  he  united  with  the  church 


24  IN  MBMORIAM 

at  Dallas  upon  its  organization  and  was  chosen  a  deacon,  was 
one  of  the  committee  that  superintended  the  erection  of  the  build- 
ing, and  was  active  in  all  the  work  of  the  church. 

On  removing  to  Gastonia  he  entered  upon  the  work  there  as  a 
Baptist  and  joined  the  feeble  church  in  its  work  for  the  Master. 
The  First  Church  was  erected  largely  through  his  efforts,  he 
giving  particular  attention  and  contributing  largely  to  the  con- 
struction. The  same  may  be  said  as  to  the  remodeling  of  this 
church  and  the  conversion  of  it  into  the  present  handsome  edifice. 
He  was  active  in  aiding  the  pastor  in  the  training  of  the  members, 
all  who  were  not  aided  by  the  church  were  expected  to  contribute 
to  its  expenses  and  the  spread  of  the  gospel.  A  few  years  ago 
they  reached  the  position  where  all  contributions  were  made  direct 
to  the  treasurer  of  the  church  and  checks  given  upon  this  fund 
by  order  of  the  church  for  pastor's  salary,  missions  or  any  other 
object  it  approved.  He  remarked  not  two  years  before  his  death 
that  he  had  always  thought  that  if  he  could  see  this  accomplished 
that  like  Simeon  of  old  he  would  be  ready  to  depart.  He  was  for 
many  years  superintendent  of  the  Sunday  school  and  taught  a 
Bible  class  up  to  the  time  of  his  death ;  was  always  ready  to  speak 
a  word  for  the  blaster  and  to  give  a  reason  for  the  faith  that  was 
in  him,  to  speak  a  word  of  cheer  to  the  erring  and  of  encourage- 
ment to  the  fainting  brother  or  to  a  sinner  about  salvation  through 
Christ. 

He  was  according  to  his  means  the  most  liberal  contributor  to 
the  work  of  his  church  that  I  have  ever  known. 

In  1893  the  Gastonia  church  united  with  the  South  Fork  Asso- 
ciation. He  was  placed  upon  the  Executive  Committee  and  served 
as  such  until  called  hence;  was  a  most  valuable  member,  studied 
the  geography  as  related  to  Baptist  work,  and  formed  a  definite 
idea  as  to  the  prudence  of  appropriations  at  different  points. 

His  speech  was  always  forcible  and  in  words  understood  "by 
his  hearers.  He  was  particularly  severe  upon  the  conduct  of 
ministers  who  failed  to  preach  the  gospel  of  missions,  including 
its  support  at  home  and  abroad  by  the  contribution  of  church 
members. 


SOUTH  FORK  INSTITUTE— MAIN  BUILDING. 


SOUTH  FORK  INSTITUTE— BOYS'  DORMITORY. 


SOUTH  FORK  INSTITUTE— GIRLS'  DORMITORY. 


JAMBS  DANIEL  MO  ORB.  25 

He  served  the  Association  efficiently  as  Treasurer  for  several 
years. 

When  the  South  Fork  Institute'^'  was  undertaken  he  was  ap- 
pointed a  Trustee.  He  gave  faithful  attention  to  the  work  and 
his  counsel  was  as  valuable  as  his  contributions,  while  all  who 
have  been  entrusted  with  the  care  of  this  institution  have  been 
faithful  in  work  and  liberal  in  contributions,  to  him  more  than 
to  any  other  person  is  its  present  position  due. 

Upon  one  occasion  when  making  a  contribution  he  remarked 
that  he  desired  to  be  immortal,  not  only  in  the  life  beyond,  but 
also  in  this  world,  by  leaving  behind  him  something  that  would 
carry  on  the  work  which  he  was  endeavoring  to  do  while  here 
and  would  continue  to  do  so  to  the  end  of  time.  He  served  several 
years  as  a  member  of  the  State  Mission  Board  and  was  one  of  the 
most  efficient  members. 

He  will  be  missed  in  the  work  he  did,  the  contributions  made 
and  the  prayers  offered  for  the  advancement  of  the  Master's 
cause.  The  Scriptures  tell  us  that  ''the  prayer  of  the  righteous 
availeth  much."  The  young  seldom,  if  ever,  pray  for  those  older 
than  themselves,  or  feel  much  interest  in  their  spiritual  welfare. 
The  older  take  much  interest  in  the  younger  and  often  bring 
blessings  to  them  through  prayers  they  know  not  of.  What  a  loss 
to  those  in  whom  he  was  interested  are  his  prayers  for  their  wel- 
fare. The  idea  is  much  prevalent  that  only  sinners  need  the 
prayers  of  the  righteous  and  there  is  too  little  praying  by  Chris- 
tians for  strengthening  the  feeble  knees,  relieving  the  tempted,  or 
encouraging  the  strong  among  God's  saints. 

*  The  report  of  the  Board  of  Trustees  made  to  this  session  of  the  Associa- 
tion, gives  the  following  facts  relating  to  the  history  of  the  Institute: 

"For  several  years  this  association  has  been  agitating  the  question  of  an 
associational  school.  Three  years  ago  this  matter  took  definite  shape  and 
the  first  building  was  erected  at  a  cost  of  about  S3, 000.  The  school  opened 
two  years  ago.  The  school  grew  till  it  was  necessary  to  enlarge.  We  had 
to  arrange  a  place  for  pupils  to  board.  The  trustees  met  and  after  careful 
and  prayerful  consideration  agreed  to  erect  a  boys'  dormitory  costing 
|2,000.  Brethren  J.  D.  Moore  and  J.  D,  Elliott  made  the  proposition  that 
they  would  give  $1,000  for  this  purpose  if  the  Association  would  raise  that 
amount.  About$l,600  has  been  raised  for  this  purpose,  the ^1,000  promis- 
ed by  brethren  Moore  and  Elliott  is  included  in  this  amount.  The  balance 
of  the  §2,000  has  about  been  subscribed.  The  building  has  been  erected 
and  is  occupied  by  bright  young  men." 


26  IN  MBMORIAM 

His  works,  alms  and  prayers  had  kept  the  ]\Iaster  in  acquaint- 
ance with  him,  and  when  he  left  us  he  was  known  above  and  his 
coming  anticipated  with  joy.  On  Sunday,  August  6,  1905,  his 
summons  came  suddenly  and  his  spirit  returned  to  the  God  who 
gave  it. 

As  his  soul  rests  ''under  the  altar,"  in  the  presence  of  his 
Savior,  if  it  shall  weary  at  the  delay  in  being  united  with  its 
spiritual  body  and  ask  why  so  long,  I  think  the  Savior  will  say 
to  him,  ''Rest  on  until  all  things  are  accomplished;  there  are  yet 
many  to  be  gathered  into  my  fold  through  the  instrumentality  of 
your  works  and  alms  while  on  earth,  and  who  will  be  stars  in 
your  crown  when  I  shall  assemble  all  of  my  people  to  take  their 
abode  in  that  city  not  made  with  hands  eternal  in  the  heavens, 
whose  architect  and  builder  is  God." 

W.  A.  Graham. 


The  foregoing  memoir  was  presented  as  the  regular  report  of 
the  Committee  on  Obituaries  of  the  South  Fork  Association.  Its 
reading,  which  was  heard  with  profound  attention  throughout, 
was  followed  by  a  deeply  touching  memorial  service.  It  seemed 
Providential  that  the  Association's  memorial  service  should  have 
been  held  in  the  old  home  town  of  Dallas,  where  our  late  brother 
had  married,  and  had  spent  many  happy  years  in  his  early  business 
career.  His  friends  from  far  and  near  were  present.  The  large 
audience  was  affected  with  deep  emotion  as  tributes  were  paid  by 
Maj.  W.  A.  Graham,  and  Revs.  W.  R.  Gwaltney,  W.  H.  Reddish, 
O.  L.  Stringfield,  J.  A.  Hoyle,  J.  L.  Vipperman,  J.  J.  Payseur  and 
D.  P.  Bridges. 

Nearly  every  speaker  prefaced  his  tribute  of  affection  by  saying 
that  his  relations  with  Brother  Moore  were  peculiarly  close  and 
that  the  memory  of  his  goodness  and  kindness  to  each  one  per- 
sonally moved  him  to  speak.  There  were  scores  of  others  present 
who  could  have  testified  in  similar  manner  to  what  seemed  to 
each  the  peculiar  and  specially  close  friendship  of  this  good  man. 
This  is  mentioned  as  an  illustration  of  the  strong  fellow-feeling 
which  made  him  a  friend  to  so  many  with  whom  he  came  in  con- 


JAMBS  DANIEL  MO  ORB.  27 

tact  and  of  the  abounding  spirit  of  brotherly  kindness  which  in 
so  many  substantial  ways  knitted  him  into  the  affections  of  his 
fellow-servants  in  Christ. 

In  the  course  of  his  eloquent  eulogy  upon  the  Hfe  of  our  de- 
parted brother,  Rev.  J.  L.  Vipperman,  paid  a  tender  and  deserved 
tribute  to  his  sorely  bereaved  companion,  speaking  impressively 
of  the  part  she  had  performed  in  helping  her  husband  to  be  strong 
in  good  deeds  and  in  walking  hand  in  hand  and  heart  to  heart 
with  him  in  all  his  Christian  work.  A  brief  tribute  to  Mrs.  Moore, 
written  by  Mr.  Vipperman,  will  form  the  chapter  which  follows 
this ;  for  no  account  of  her  husband's  life  could  be  complete  with- 
out some  mention  of  her  in  whom  his  heart  so  safely  trusted.  It 
is  but  just  to  Mrs.  Moore  to  add  here  that  the  compiler  did  not 
reveal  to  her  his  intention  to  include  this  tribute  to  her  own  char- 
acter, and  that  her  first  knowledge  of  such  a  purpose  will  come 
to  her  when  her  eyes  first  fall  upon  these  pages. 


28  IN  MBMORIAM 

CHAPTEE  IV. 

"  Walking  in  his  footsteps,  following  her  Lord." 

^CN  writing  a  biography  of  any  life  it  is  very  desirable  that  one 
be  governed  by  intelligent  conviction  rather  than  undefined 
sentiment.  It  is  deeply  refreshing  to  me  to  be  able  to  bear  wit- 
ness to  the  excellency  of  the  Christian  woman  of  many  good 
works,  who  is  now  the  widow  of  our  beloved  fellow-servant  in 
the  Lord,  Brother  J.  D.  Moore.  It  is  a  pleasure  to  write  this  little 
biographical  tribute  to  this  noble  heroine  of  the  cross  who  for 
many  years  has  been  in  the  Kingdom  of  God,  closely  identified 
with  its  work  on  earth. 

Martha  Jane  Moore  was  the  daughter  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  John 
G.  Lewis,  of  Dallas,  N.  C.  Regenerated  at  the  age  of  eleven,  she 
was  baptized  into  the  fellowship  of  Long  Creek  Baptist  Church 
by  Rev.  A.  J.  Cansler.  She  was  married  to  J.  D.  Moore,  of  Cald- 
well County,  September  25,  1870.  She  and  the  eight  children  with 
whom  this  happy  union  was  blessed  survive  him. 

That  I  have  known  quite  intimately  Brother  and  Sister  Moore 
is  a  cause  to  me  for  thanksgiving.  Two  things  are  very  clear  in 
my  mind :  ( i )  That  Bro.  Moore  was  indeed  a  noble  Christian, 
a  "prince  in  Israel,"  and  (2)  that  he  never  could  have  been  the 
exemplary  Christian  that  he  was  unless  Providence  had  favored 
him  with  such  an  help-meet. 

There  are  certain  principles  in  her  life  that  will  guide  us  like 
the  heavenly  constellations  in  reaching  a  true  and  unexaggerated 
estimate  of  her  virtues  and  in  seeing  how  these  virtues  manifested 
themselves  in  her  noble  husband.  In  giving  Brother  Moore  such 
a  wife  God  revealed  unto  him  ''tokens  for  good."  She  seemed 
to  know  just  how  to  meet  the  responsibilities  of  a  wife  and  how 
far  she  could  influence  her  husband's  life.  In  every  proper  way 
she  sought  to  encourage  him  and  desired  to  enrich  his  life  in  good 
deeds,  being  ever  ready  to  become  his  partner  in  sacrifices  for  the 


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Master's  work.  She  knew  that  her  husband  did  not  sow  spar- 
ingly, for  the  harvest  contradicted  that,  but  bountifully  so  that 
the  fruits  of  his  righteousness  were  increased. 

Being  enriched  in  everything  to  all  bountifulness  which  caused 
in  them  thanksgiving  to  God,  they  showed  their  subjection  to  the 
gospel  of  Christ  by  their  liberal  contributions  to  God's  precious 
work,  and  thus  they  together  longed  after  exceeding  grace  of 
God.  She  has  amassed  a  great  treasure  of  good  works  in  her  own 
quiet  benefactions,  while  as  a  help-meet  she  consecrated  her  life 
to  the  matchless  end  that  her  husband  might  count  most  worthily 
for  the  kingdom  of  God.  Their  natures  were  in  harmony.  When 
the  Spirit  told  him  to  give  to  God's  cause  the  same  Spirit  moved 
her  to  encourage  him.  When  he  saw  his  duty  by  the  power  of  the 
Spirit,  he  was  not  chided  when  he  revealed  to  her  the  impressions 
of  his  own  heart,  but  found  a  ready  sympathizer  and  helper. 

How  nobly  she  has  continued,  since  his  death,  the  noble  bene- 
factions which  his  great  heart  had  planned !  These  are  indisput- 
able proofs  that  the  things  I  am  writing  of  her  are  true.  Surely 
to  this  faithful  companion  there  must  come  frequently  now  some 
vision  unveiling  the  secrets  of  the  future  more  fully  than  they 
were  ever  foreshadowed  before  the  death  of  her  devoted  husband. 
May  God's  benediction  rest  upon  her  and  her  household.  Surely 
"she  hath  done  what  she  could."  J.  L.  Vipperman. 

Dallas,  North  Carolina, 
January  15,  1907. 


30  IN  MBMORIAM 

CHAPTEK  V. 

Sweet  was  the  light  of  his  eyes;  but  it  suddenly  sank  into  darkness, 
As  when  a  lamp  is  blown  out  by  a  gust  of  wind  at  a  casement. 

—Longfellow:  Evangeline. 

(From  the  Gastonia  Gazette  of  August  8,  1905.) 

/jfT  APT.  J.  D.  MOORE  died  suddenly  at  his  home  Sunday  morn- 
ing at  II 130  o'clock.  On  Saturday  he  was  at  his  office  all 
day,  and  while  not  feeling  very  well  attended  as  usual  to  his  office 
duties.  Saturday  night  he  slept  very  little  and  complained  of 
extreme  nausea,  growing  worse  as  the  morning  wore  on,  but  it 
was  II  o'clock  before  he  considered  himself  really  ill  enough  to 
have  a  physician  called  in.  Dr.  R.  M.  Reid,  the  family  physician, 
was  called  and  reached  the  house  in  a  few  minutes,  but  before  he 
was  able  to  render  any  assistance  Capt.  Moore  began  vomiting 
and,  rupturing  a  blood  vessel  in  the  head,  died  instantly. 

Only  Mrs.  Moore,  Dr.  Reid,  Mr.  J.  D.  Moore,  Jr.,  and  the 
servants  were  in  the  house  when  the  summons  came.  Mr.  Charlie 
M.  Moore  and  Miss  Mattie  were  at  church,  and  Mrs.  Morrow 
and  Mr.  and  Mrs.  H.  B.  Moore  in  Asheville.  In  a  very  few  min- 
utes the  news  swept  over  the  town  and  every  heart  was  filled  with 
keenest  grief.  All  day  Sunday  and  yesterday  the  people  were 
going  to  and  from  the  home  to  pay  their  last  sad  tribute  to  their 
dead  friend.  A  friend  he  was — ^to  every  man,  woman  and  child 
in  Gastonia  and  Gaston  County.  No  man  in  the  community  was 
more  sincerely  admired  and  beloved.  Gastonia  and  Gaston  County 
are  all  in  mourning,  and  the  State  has  lost  an  honored  son — one 
of  the  noblest  and  best. 

Capt.  J.  D.  Moore  was  born  in  Globe,  Caldwell  County,  Janu- 
ary 5,  1846,  and  at  the  time  of  his  death  was  nearly  60  years  of 
age.  On  September  25,  1870,  he  was  happily  married  to  Miss 
Martha  J.  Lewis,  of  Gaston  County.  To  them  were  born  eight 
children,  all  of  whom  are  living,  and  are  as  follows:  Mr.  H.  B. 
Moore,  Mrs.  Mary  Morrow,  Jas.  D.,  Jr.,  Charles  M.  and  Miss 


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JAMBS  DANIEL  MO  ORB.  31 

Mattie,  of  Gastonia ;  Mr.  John  C.  Moore,  of  Dallas,  Mrs.  C.  H. 
Durham,  of  Lumberton,  and  Mrs.  T.  A.  Norment,  of  Wihiiington. 
In  his  fifteenth  year  Capt.  ^loore  enHsted  and  served  the  entire 
four  years  of  the  war,  two  years  with  the  Twenty-Sixth  Regiment 
of  the  North  Carolina  Volunteers  and  two  more  with  the  famous 
Rufus  Barringer  Cavalry.     No  braver  soldier  wore  the  gray. 

As  a  business  man  he  was  in  the  foremost  ranks,  and  was  known 
throughout  the  entire  country.     In  1887  the  cotton  milling  indus- 
try began  to  attract  his  attention  and  he  drew  up  the  articles  of 
agreement  and  solicited  subscriptions  for  the  first  cotton  mill  built 
in  Gastonia,  the  Gastonia  Cotton  Manufacturing  Company.     In 
1895  he  organized  the  Modena  Mills  and  has  been  connected  with 
this  company  from  its  organization  to  the  present  time.    He  served 
this  company  as  secretary  and  treasurer  until  twelve  months  since, 
when  he  was  elected  president.    He  also  held  the  position  of  sec- 
retary and  treasurer  of  the  Moro-Webb  Cotton  Mills  Company, 
of  Dallas ;  secretary  and  treasurer  of  the  Lenoir  Cotton  ^lills,  of 
Lenoir;  and  president  of  the  Hudson  Cotton  Mills,  of  Hudson. 
In  all  of  these  enterprises  he  was  the  leading  spirit  and  accom- 
plished more  than  seemed  possible  for  any  one  man. 

He  served  the  town  a  number  of  times  as  alderman  and  has  al- 
ways been  ready  to  aid  any  enterprise  that  was  for  the  moral  and 
financial  development  of  his  community.  He  was  a  member  of 
Gastonia  Lodge,  No.  369,  A.  F.  &  A.  M.,  and  also  a  member  of 
Gastonia  Lodge,  No.  53,  K.  of  P. 

His  church  life  was  ideal.  It  was  here  that  the  real  beauty  and 
greatness  of  his  life  shone  brightest.  Reared  a  Baptist,  there  was 
none  more  loyal  and  true.  From  its  organization  he  has  held  the 
office  of  deacon  in  the  First  Baptist  Church,  and  it  is  due  largely 
to  him  that  this  church  was  built.  Later  he  led  in  buildmg  the 
Second  Baptist  Church.  He  was  a  man  of  large  means  and  his 
greatest  joy  was  in  using  these  means  for  God's  glory.  No  call 
was  ever  unheeded.  His  place  at  church  was  seldom  vacant,  and 
his  presence  ever  an  inspiration.     Time  and  money  were  freely 

The  funeral  services,  conducted  by  his  pastor,  Rev.  W.  H.  Red- 
dish, assisted  by  Rev.  F.  C.  Hickson,  of  Gafifney,  will  be  held  in 
the  First  Baptist  Church  this  afternoon  at  3  o'clock,  after  which 
the  body  will  be  laid  to  rest  in  the  City  Cemetery. 


32  IN  MBMORIAM 


CHAPTEK  VI. 

iHntier  a  Coberlet  of  J^osieg. 

"  Sorrowing  most  of  all   *    *    *    that  they  should  see  his  face  no  more." 
"  Angels  have  entered  our  homes—'  their  foot-prints  graves.'  " 

(From  the  Gastonia  Gazette  of  August   11,   1905.) 

^ITHE  body  of  Capt.  J.  D.  IMoore  was  laid  to  rest  under  banks 
of  beautiful  flowers  in  the  cemetery  Tuesday  afternoon 
amid  solemn  demonstrations  of  affectionate  respect  which  few 
men  in  a  lifetime  ever  see  accorded  to  a  citizen  of  merely  private 
station.  Business  houses  of  every  class  were  closed,  and  men  of 
every  walk  in  life  stopped  to  drop  a  tear  out  of  their  own  grief 
and  another  out  of  a  sympathy  that  could  only  sob  and  be  silent 
beside  the  sorely  smitten  loved  ones. 

The  First  Baptist  Church,  itself  a  token  of  this  good  man's  de- 
votion to  his  faith,  could  not  contain  the  throng,  and  the  overflow 
stood  by  in  the  churchyard. 

"Know  ye  not  that  there  is  a  prince  and  a  great  man  fallen  this 
day  in  Israel?"  were  the  words  the  pastor,  Rev.  W.  H.  Reddish, 
read  from  the  Scriptures.  The  pastor  could  not  permit  his  heart 
to  utter  its  fullness,  but  he  paid  a  loving  and  tender  tribute  to  the 
memory  of  this  man  of  good  deeds.  A  former  pastor  and  de- 
voted friend.  Rev.  F.  C.  Hickson,  passed  by  the  good  deeds  and 
pronounced  a  beautiful  and  most  noble  eulogy  upon  his  dead 
friend's  exalted  character. 

The  music  was  in  charge  of  a  choir  formed  from  the  choirs  of 
the  other  congregations,  and  Masonic  honors  of  unusual  solemn- 
ity, conducted  by  Rev.  B.  W.  Hatcher,  concluded  the  exercises 
at  the  grave. 

The  pall-bearers  were  as  follows :  Active,  J.  S.  Torrence,  W. 
T.  Storey,  W.  J.  Clifford,  W.  H.  Penney,  F.  A.  Costner  and  J. 
O.  White.  Honorary,  J.  K.  Dixon,  J.  F.  Love,  G.  A.  Gray,  J. 
Q.  Holland,  J.  T.  McDill  and  V.  E.  Long. 

There  was  a  wealth  of  rare  and  beautiful  flowers — roses,  lilies, 
carnations,  orchids,  hydrangeas,  palm  leaves,  many  designs  of  ex- 


FIRST  BAPTIST  CHURCH  OF  GASTONIA. 
Built  in  1900. 


JAMBS  DANIEL  MO  ORB.  33 

quisite  beauty  and  rare  costliness.  Among  them  were  a  magnifi- 
cent wreath,  a  yard  in  diameter,  of  American  Beauty  Roses,  and 
Lilies  of  the  Valley,  from  Charles  J.  Webb  &  Co.,  Philadelphia; 
A.  G.  Bishop,  New  York,  a  beautiful  wreath;  J.  H.  Pavin,  New 
York,  anchor;  First  National  Bank  of  Gastonia,  anchor;  Modena 
Mills,  harp ;  beautiful  pillows,  one  from  Capt.  JNIoore's  children, 
with  ''Father"  on  it,  and  one  from  twenty  mill  men  and  friends 
of  Lenoir ;  Mr.  Fred  Smyre  and  Miss  Nell  Smyre,  heart ;  Knights 
of  Pythias,  Bible  and  swords,  emblem  of  their  order;  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  L.  L.  Jenkins,  anchor,  cross  and  star;  Mr.  and  Mrs.  T.  L. 
Craig,  harp;  Mr.  and  Mrs.  J.  O.  White,  anchor;  Mr.  J.  O. 
Sprinkle  and  Mrs.  J.  W.  Sprinkle,  Sago  palms ;  Miss  Carrie  Mc- 
Lean, roses  and  palm  leaves.  Wreaths  from  Mrs.  J.  Lee  Robin- 
son, Mr.  and  Mrs.  S.  N.  Boyce,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  B.  H.  Parker.  Be- 
sides these  there  were  many  tributes,  less  pretentious,  but  sweet 
and  beautiful  and  freighted  with  the  perfume  of  tenderest  sym- 
pathy. 

Among  those  who  attended  the  funeral  from  a  distance  are  the 
following:  Brothers — W.  C.  and  F.  P.  Moore,  of  Globe.  Sister, 
Mrs.  Rebecca  Estes,  of  CoUettsville.  Other  relatives — J.  C. 
Moore  and  W.  C.  Moore,  Jr.,  of  Globe ;  M.  G.  Shearer,  CoUetts- 
ville; Pat  Mast,  Winston;  Miss  Carrie  McLean,  Charlotte. 

In  addition  to  these  were  A.  G.  Bishop,  of  Haines  and  Bishop, 
New  York ;  Miles  H.  Hoffman,  of  Chas.  J.  Webb  &  Co. ;  Jonas 
M.  Costner,  of  Raleigh ;  Mrs.  J.  H.  and  Mr.  Oates  Sprinkle,  of 
Charlotte;  Messrs.  M.  M.  Courtney,  F.  C.  White,  R.  L.  Gwinn, 
Edward  White  and  J.  H.  Beall,  of  Lenoir,  and  B.  B.  Hayes,  of 
Hudson. 


34  IN  MBMORIAM 

CHAPTEK  VII. 

W^xn  jFaborite  ?|pmns(. 

"Teaching   and    admonishing   one   another   in    psalms  and   hymns    and    spiritual   songs, 
singing  with  grace  in  your  hearts  to  the  Lord." 

"Old  tunes  are  precious  to  me  as  old  paths 
In  which  I  wandered  when  a  happy  boy. 
In  truth,  they  are  the  old  paths  of  my  soul. 
Oft  trod,  well  worn,  familiar,  up  to  God." 

2|[  N  the  Sunday  school,  at  the  services  of  his  church,  in  the  home, 
everywhere,  Mr.  Moore  beheved  in  ''singing  and  making 
melody  in  your  heart  to  the  Lord."  Among  the  most  treasured 
recollections  of  those  who  have  worshipped  together  with  him 
is  the  melody  of  his  splendid  voice  in  the  songs  they  used  to  sing. 
Three  of  his  favorite  hymns,  hymns  we  have  so  often  heard  him 
join  in  singing  with  the  spirit  and  the  understanding,  are  here 
given,  the  first  appearing  to  be  his  favorite  above  all  others. 

I  WILL  SING  THE  WONDROUS  STORY. 

I  will  sing  the  wondrous  story. 

Of  the  Christ  who  died  for  me, 
How  He  left  His  home  in  glory. 

For  the  cross  on  Calvary. 

CHORUS. 

Yes,  I'll  sing  the  wondrous  story, 

Of  the  Christ  who  died  for  me. 
Sing  it  with  the  saints  in  glorv. 

Gathered  by  the  crystal  sea. 

I  was  lost,  but  Jesus  found  me, 

Found  the  sheep  that  went  astray; 
Threw  His  loving  arms  around  me, 

Drew  me  back  into  His  way. 

I  was  bruised,  but  Jesus  healed  me, 

Faint  was  I  from  rr  any  a  fall. 
Sight  was  gone,  and  fears  possessed  me, 

But  He  freed  me  from  them  all. 


JAMES  DANIEL  MOORE.  35 

Days  of  darkness  still  come  o'er  me, 

Sorrow's  paths  I  often  tread, 
But  the  Savior  still  is  with  me. 

By  His  hand  I'm  safely  led. 

He  w^ll  keep  me  till  the  river 

Rolls  its  waters  at  my  feet; 
Then  He'll  bear  me  safely  over, 

Where  the  loved  ones  I  shall  meet. 


THE  HALF  HAS  NEVER  BEEX  TOLD. 

I  know  I  love  Thee  better,  Lord, 

Than  any  earthly  joy, 
For  Thou  hast  given  me  the  peace 

Which  nothing  can  destroy. 

CHORUS. 

The  half  has  never  yet  been  told. 

Of  love  so  full  and  free; 
The  half  has  never  yet  been  told. 

The  blood — it  eleanseth  me. 

I  know  that  Thou  art  nearer  still, 
Than  any  earthly  throng. 

And  sweeter  is  the  thought  of  Thee, 
Than  any  lovely  song. 

Thou  hast  put  gladness  in  my  heart; 

Then  well  may  I  be  glad! 
Without  the  secret  of  Thy  love, 

I  could  not  but  be  sad. 

0  Savior,  precious  Savior  mine! 

What  will  Thy  presence  be, 
If  such  a  life  of  love  can  crown 

Our   walk   on  earth  with  Thee? 


36  IN  MBMORIAM 

IT  IS  WELL  WITH  MY  SOUL. 

When  peace,  like  a  river,  attendeth  my  way, 
When  sorrows,  like  sea  billows,  roll; 

Whatever  my  lot,  Thou  hast  taught  me  to  say, 
It  is  well,  it  is  well  with  my  soul. 


CHORUS. 

soul, 

my  soul. 


CHORUS. 

It  is  well  with  my  soul. 
It  is  well,  it  is  well  with 


Though  Satan  should  buffet,  though  trials  should  come, 

Let  this  blest  assurance  control, 
That  Christ  hath  regarded  my  helpless  estate, 

And  hath  shed  His  own  blood  for  my  soul. 

My  sin — oh,  the  bliss  of  this  glorious  thought — 

My  sin — not  in  part,  but  the  whole — 
Is  nailed  to  His  cross  and  I  bear  it  no  more. 

Praise  the  Lord,  praise  the  Lord,  0,  my  soul. 

And,  Lord,  haste  the  day  when  the  faith  shall  be  sight. 

The  clouds  be  rolled  back  as  a  scroll. 
The  trump  shall  re-sound,  and  the  Lord  shall  descend, 

"Even  so" — it  is  well  with  my  soul. 


JAMBS  DANIEL  MO  ORB.  37 

CHAPTER  VIII. 

"The  sad  memories  which  death  brings  are  a  part  of  our  education.  Under  the  influ- 
ence of  an  absent  soul  the  heart  softens,  and  man  goes  forth  each  day  more  of  a  friend  to 
his  race,  and  more  of  a  worshipper  of  his  God.  *  *  *  The  death  of  a  friend  exalts 
those  who  remain  to  weep." 

'HTHE  number  of  expressions  of  condolence  and  tender  sym- 
pathy received  by  the  family  from  private  sources  upon  the 
occasion  of  Mr.  Moore's  death  runs  into  the  hundreds.  These,  in 
their  original  form,  will  be  bound  together  into  a  large  scrap-book 
for  permanent  preservation.  In  this  chapter  it  is  intended  to  in- 
clude the  obtainable  briefer  tributes  of  a  public  nature  which  ap- 
peared in  the  newspapers  and  one  or  two  others  prepared  espe- 
cially for  this  volume.     They  are  as  follows : 

The  Modena  Mills,  of  Gastonia,  the  Moro-Webb,  at  Dallas,  the  Hudson 
Mills  and  the  Lenoir  Mills  are  closed  as  a  tribute  of  respect  to  their  dead 
President  and  Secretary,  Capt.  Moore  being  President  of  the  Modena  and 
Hudson  and  Secretary  and  Treasurer  of  the  Moro-Webb  and  Lenoir  Mills. 
Many  of  his  mill  people  will  attend  the  funeral  this  afternoon.  The  mills 
will  start  again  to-morrow  morning. — Gastonia  Gazette,  August  8,  1905. 


Mr.  and  Mrs.  H.  B.  Moore  and  Mrs.  Mary  Morrow  arrived  from  Ashe- 
ville  yesterday  morning,  and  Mr.  and  Mrs.  T.  A.  Norment,  of  Wilmington, 
at  noon,  to  attend  the  funeral  of  their  father.  Rev.  C.  H.  Durham  and 
family  are  expected  this  morning  from  Lumberton.  Among  the  many 
out-of-town  guests  who  are  already  here  are  Mr.  A.  G.  Bishop,  New  York; 
Mr.  Jonas  Costner,  Raleigh;  Mr.  W.  M.  Morrow,  Pineville;  Rev.  F.  C. 
Hickson,  Gaffney;  ISIr.  Patrick  Mast,  Winston;  Miss  Carrie  McLean, 
Charlotte;  Mrs.  Lizzie  Jenkins,  Mrs.  J.  T.  McLean,  Lincolnton;  Mrs.  Kate 
Britton,  Dallas;  Mrs.  Annie  Bradford,  Pineville;  Mrs.  Rebecca  Estes,  Col- 
lettsville;  Messrs.  F.  P.  Moore,  W.  C.  Moore,  W.  C.  Moore,  Jr.,  J.  Claude 
Moore,  Globe;  Messrs.  Harper  Beall,  Rufus  Gwinn,  M.  M.  Courtney,  Ed. 
White,  R.  H.  Holsclaw,  Rev.  Dan  Moore,  Lenoir. — Gastonia  Gazette,  Aug. 
8,  1905. 

The  late  Capt.  James  D.  Moore,  who  died  at  his  home  in  Gastonia  Mon- 
day, was  well  known  throughout  the  State.  He  was  largely  interested  in 
five  cotton  mills  and  was  a  director  of  the  School  for  the  Deaf,  Dumb  and 
Blind  here. — Raleigh  Post. 


38  IN  MBMORIAM 

The  State  has  lost  a  valuable  citizen,  Gastonia  one  of  its  fathers,  and 
the  Baptist  church  one  of  its  most  loyal  and  liberal  members,  in  the  death 
of  Mr.  J.  D.  Moore.  Whole  pages  might  be  written  of  his  magnificent  ac- 
complishments in  the  field  of  enterprise,  while  the  story  of  his  generosity 
and  devotion  to  the  cause  he  loved  can  hardly  be  told  at  all.  His  sudden 
taking  off  is  a  grievous  blow  to  his  family  and  friends,  to  all  of  whom  the 
Argus  extends  sympathy. — Lumherton  Argus. 


Capt.  James  D.  Moore,  one  of  the  most  prominent  and  best  known  citi- 
zens of  Gastonia,  N.  C,  died  at  his  home  in  that  place  last  Sunday  after  a 
brief  illness.  He  was  in  his  office  as  usual  on  Saturday  and  commenced 
complaining  on  Sunday.  He  had  a  coughing  and  vomiting  spell  and  burst 
a  blood  vessel.  A  physician  was  sent  for  but  nothing  could  be  done.  He 
died  in  a  short  time.  Captain  Moore  was  a  leading  promoter  of  the 
Modena  Cotton  Mills,  the  Dallas  Manufactviring  Company,  the  Moro-Webb 
Cotton  Mills,  and  mills  at  Lenoir  and  Hudson.  He  was  a  man  of  very 
large  means  and  carried  life  insurance  amounting  to  $65,000.  He  was  a 
leading  member  in  the  Baptist  church  at  Gastonia,  and  contributed  liber- 
ally of  his  means  in  support  of  that  organization. — Yorkville,  S.  C, 
Enquirer. 


We  were  greatly  shocked  and  grieved  to  read  an  account  of  the  death  of 
Capt.  J.  D.  Moore,  of  Gastonia,  in  the  Char'lotte  Observer  of  last  Monday 
morning.  He  died  at  11:30  Sunday  morning.  Capt.  Moore  was  one  of  the 
leading  business  men  of  his  section,  but  he  was  not  too  busy  to  give  his 
first  and  best  service  to  the  Lord.  A  deacon  in  the  First  Baptist  Church, 
and  a  man  upon  whom  his  pastor  could  lean  and  the  church  safely  follow, 
he  will  be  mourned  and  missed;  and  in  his  death  the  Orphanage  has  lost 
a  faithful  and  generous  friend.  He  was  a  man  of  large  means  and  he  knew 
what  money  was  made  for.  May  the  stricken  wife  and  children  find  help 
and  healing  at  the  feet  of  the  "man  of  sorrow,"  who  was  "acquainted  with 
grief!" — Charity  and  Children,  Thomasville,  N.  C. 


FROM  THE  COXFEDERATE  VETERANS. 

(Report  of  Memorial  Committee  at  Reunion  August  10,  1905.) 
Your  Committee,  appointed  to  prepare  a  suitable  memorial  to  those  of 
our  number  who  have  died  since  our  last  annual  meeting,  beg  leave  to 
report  that  so  far  as  your  Committee  can  ascertain  from  the  Secretary 
and  from  reports  by  comrades  the  following  Confederate  Veterans  have 
died  since  our  last  meeting: 

J.  A.  Morrow,  Company  B,  Twenty-Eighth  Regiment;  S.  S.  White,  Com- 
pany C,  Seventy-First  Regiment;  J.  P.  Sherrell,  Company  C,  Seventy-First 
Regiment;    W.  A.   Pearson,   Company  H,    Forty-Ninth    Regiment;    J.    D. 


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JAMBS  DANIEL  MO  ORB.  39 

Moore,  Company  F,  Twenty-Sixth  Regiment;  Samuel  Mauney,  Company 
M,  Sixteenth  Regiment;  M.  V.  Hovis,  Company  B,  Twenty-Eighth  Regi- 
ment; J.  Logan  Brown,  Company  H,  Thirty-Seventh  Regiment;  H.  F. 
White,  Company  M,  Sixteenth  Regiment  (died  in  Arkansas).  Now,  there- 
fore, be  it 

Resolved,  1st.  That  we  desire,  as  an  organization  of  Confederate  Veterans 
and  as  individual  citizens  of  Gaston  County,  to  give  public  expression  to 
our  sincere  and  heartfelt  sorrow  at  the  death  of  these  brethren  and  friends. 
2d.  That  we  desire  to  convey  to  the  families  and  friends  of  the  deceased 
our  sorrow  and  tender  to  them  our  sympathy  in  the  loss  which  has  befallen 
them.  Their  sorrow^  is  ours  and  we  mourn  not  only  neighbors  but  com- 
rades who  stood  with  us  through  the  dark  days  that  tried  men's  souls,  and 
we  express  the  hope  that  they  have  entered  into  that  rest  prepared  for  the 
weary  sons  of  men  after  life's  battles  are  over,  who  have  been  faithful 
to  their  God. 

3d.  That  as  a  further  token  of  our  sorrow  and  as  a  tribute  of  respect 
the  Secretary  is  directed  to  enroll  these  names,  with  company,  regiment 
and  date  of  death  upon  a  special  page  of  our  records. 

4th.  That  a  copy  of  these  resolutions  be  published  in  the  county  papers 
and  be  spread  upon  our  Minutes. 

G.  A.  Sparrow, 
J.  B.  Carson, 
R.  M.  Gaston, 

Committee. 


TRIBUTE  BY  KNIGHTS  OF  PYTHIAS. 

At  a  regular  meeting  of  Gastonia  Lodge,  No.  53,  Knights  of  Phythias, 
August  7,  1905,  the  undersigned  committee  was  appointed  to  draft  resolu- 
tions relative  to  the  death  of  our  brother  Knight,  Capt.  J.  D.  Moore,  which 
are  submitted  as  follows: 

Whereas,  It  has  pleased  Almighty  God  to  call  suddenly  from  our  midst 
our  beloved  brother,  Capt.  J.  D.  Moore,  and 

Whereas,  We  desire  to  offer  a  testimonial  of  the  high  esteem  in  which 
he  was  held  by  every  member  of  our  lodge;   therefore  be  it 

Resolved,  1st.  That  while  we  bow  in  humble  submission  to  His  Divine 
Will,  we  mourn  the  loss  of  a  brother  who  was  wise  in  council,  strong,  and 
always  ready  to  aid  all;  a  friend  of  broad  sympathy  and  unfaltering  devo- 
tion. 

2.  That  as  a  Pythian  Knight,  as  far  as  his  brother  Knights  may  judge, 
he  was  true  to  every  Pythian  obligation,  and  so  lived  as  to  bring  honor 
upon  our  order;  as  a  man  he  was  conscientious,  forceful,  brave,  modest, 
generous,  gentle,  loyal  and  of  the  finer  feeling — truly  a  golden-hearted 
gentleman. 


40  /A'  MBMORIAM 

3.  That  in  his  death  our  community  has  lost  a  most  useful  man;  the 
State  a  patriotic  citizen;  the  church  a  useful  officer  and  a  faithful  and 
consecrated  member,  and  the  family  a  tender  and  devoted  husband  and 
father. 

4.  That  we  extend  to  his  devoted  family  our  heartfelt  sympathy  in  this 
their  sad  bereavement. 

5.  That  a  copy  of  these  resolutions  be  spread  upon  a  special  page  of  the 
Minute  Book  of  our  lodge;  a  copy  sent  to  the  widow  and  family  of  our 
deceased  brother. 

6.  That  copies  also  be  sent  to  our  city  papers,  Carolina  Pythian,  Biblical 
Recorder,  North  Carolina  Baptist,  Charlotte  Observer,  Charlotte  Neivs, 
Manufacturers'  Record,  Charity  and  Children,  and  Lenoir  Topic. 

A.  C.  Williamson, 
J.  H.  Kennedy, 
S.  A.  Robinson, 

Committee. 


BAPTISTS  HAVE  PRODUCED  NO  NOBLER  :MAN. 

(From  the  Biblical  Recorder,  Ealeigh,    X.  C,  August  16,  1905.    Ee-printed  also  in 
Minutes  of  North  Carolina  Baptist  Convention  of  that  year.) 

The  noblest  product  of  a  church  is  a  man.  Christ  lived  and  died  to 
make  men — to  make  a  man.  The  best  witness  to  Christ  is  a  man.  The 
Baptists  in  North  Carolina  have  produced  no  nobler  man  than  James 
Daniel  Moore,  of  Gastonia,  whose  death  we  are  called  upon  to  mourn. 

We  have  heard  him  relate  how  he  began  a  cotton  mill  with  fifty  cents — 
a  co-operative  mill;  and  he  lived  to  be  one  of  the  chief  mill  men  of  the 
South.  But  he  never  rose  above  his  church.  He  loved  her  with  a  love 
like  that  of  the  early  Christians.  Nor  did  he  ever  rise  above  the  wage- 
earners.  He  and  his  family  were  one  with  them.  Our  Gastonia  church 
is  by  reason  of  his  example  a  church  in  Avhich  no  line  is  drawn.  He  was 
in  Gastonia  and  that  region  what  E.  K.  Proctor  was  to  Lumberton  and 
Robeson. 

To  have  produced  two  such  men  is  sufficient  evidence  of  the  vitality  of  a 
denomination.  To  be  able  to  lose  them  to  heaven — how  hard  it  seems  that 
they  should  go  so  soon! — is  the  mark  of  our  strength. 


"CAN  NOT  THINK  OF  HIM  AS  DEAD." 
(From  the  Biblical  Recorder  of  September  6,  1905  ) 

Allow  me,  please,  as  one  who  knew  and  loved  him  well,  to  place  one 
flow^er  upon  the  grave  of  my  former  member  and  sincere  friend,  Capt.  J. 
D.  Moore,  of  Gastonia. 

Since  the  first  sad  tidings  came  I  have  felt  a  deep  sense  of  personal 
bereavement.     I   was   his   pastor   for  nearly   five  years,   and   during   that 


JAMBS  DANIEL  MOORB.  41 

period  the  handsome  new  church  structure  was  erected,  a  work  sometimes 
bringing"  to  the  surface  the  angels  and  littleness  of  men,  but,  in  Brother 
Moore,  I  always  found  a  warm-hearted,  broad-minded  sympathizer  and 
friend. 

He  was  one  of  the  best  all-round  Christian  workers  I  have  ever  known; 
a  man  of  great  native  ability  and  consequently  many-sided.  He  was  quite 
a  genius  in  business  circles,  and  managed  wisely  and  well  the  very  large 
interests  committed  to  him.  His  ideas  of  the  Master's  work  were  world- 
wide, and  hence  he  enthusiastically  supported,  in  a  very  liberal  way,  all 
of  our  missionary  and  educational  enterprises  at  home  and  abroad. 

The  home,  social  and  business  circles  of  Gastonia  will  sadly  miss  him, 
but  no  work  or  circle  will  miss  him  more  than  the  church  he  loved  so 
well  and  served  so  faithfully,  and  whose  magnificent  church  building  he, 
in  hearty  co-operation  with  another,  who  still  survives,  made  largely  pos- 
sible. God  bless  his  stricken  home  and  raise  up  one  of  his  boys  at  least 
to  take  up  the  work  in  his  church  and  denomination  when  the  Master 
commands  him  to  lay  it  down. 

I  can  not  think  of  him  as  dead;  there  is  no  death  for  the  Christian,  and 
such  was  he. 

"  There  is  no  death, — 
An  angel  form  steals  on  the  earth  with  silent  tread, 
He  bears  our  best  loved  things  away. 
And  then  we  call  them  dead." 

Sadly,  W.  F.  Watson. 

Monroe,  N.  C,  August  28,  1905. 


TRIBUTE  BY  HIS  PASTOR. 

(From  the  Biblical  Recorder  of  August  23,  1905.) 
Sunday  morning,  August  6th,  at  11:30  o'clock  the  whole  town  of  Gas- 
tonia was   turned   into   mourning  because  of  the  sudden   and  unexpected 
death  of  Capt.  J.  D.  Moore. 

James  Daniel  Moore  was  born  in  Caldwell  County,  N.  C,  of  godly 
parents,  whose  ancestry  was  Scotch-Irish  and  Dutch.  He  was  converted 
in  the  winter  of  1864-5  on  the  banks  of  the  Meherrin  River,  in  Virginia.  The 
night  he  surrendered  to  Christ  the  mother  back  in  her  mountain  home  was 
pouring  out  her  heart  in  prayer  for  her  son's  salvation.  As  she  prayed 
she  received  the  witness  of  the  Spirit  that  her  prayer  had  been  answered, 
and  she  lifted  her  heart  to  God  in  praise  and  thanksgiving  for  her  son's 
redemption. 

In  the  summer  of  1865  he  was  baptized  by  Elder  R.  H.  Moody  in  John's 
River,  and  was  received  into  the  fellowship  of  Rocky  Spring  Church,  of 
Caldwell  County.  From  the  day  of  his  conversion  he  was  known  in  busi- 
ness, in  church,  and  in  home  as  a  godly  man. 


42  IN  MBMORIAM 

God  gave  him  a  strong  body  and  an  active  and  vigorous  mind,  both  of 
which  he  dedicated  to  a  most  strenuous  business  life.  As  a  result  he  was 
given  a  large  and  prosperous  business.  He  looked  upon  every  dollar  that 
came  into  his  hands  as  given  him  by  his  Master  and  spent  it  realizing 
that  he  was  the  Lord's  steward.  He  loved  to  make  money,  but  his  greatest 
joy  came  in  giving  it  to  carry  on  the  Lord's  work.  He  said  not  long  ago 
that  he  was  sorry  for  the  Christian  who  made  money  and  had  never  tasted 
the  joy  of  giving  it. 

His  fellow-citizens,  when  in  doubt,  went  to  him  for  advice,  when  in 
trouble  they  went  to  him  for  sympathy,  and  when  convicted  of  sin  they 
went  to  him  for  spiritual  instruction.  A  brother  deacon  said:  "He  was 
always  approachable.  He  was  the  only  man  I  have  known  with  whom  I 
could  talk  with  perfect  freedom  upon  the  subject  of  religion."  A  devout 
negro  many  miles  away  said:  "He  has  so  often  helped  me — he  gave  to 
me,  and  asked  me  how  I  was  coming  on  spiritually." 

He  loved  his  church.  It  was  by  his  generous  gifts  and  tireless  efforts 
that  the  First  Baptist  Church  was  built  in  Gastonia.  He  was  never  too 
busy  nor  the  weather  too  bad  for  him  to  attend  all  the  services  of  the 
church — usually  the  first  there  and  the  last  to  leave.  A  recognized  leader, 
but  he  sought  to  serve  in  the  lowliest  and  humblest  place  in  the  sanctuary. 
No  one  could  be  more  loyal  to  his  pastor  than  he — so  tender,  so  thoughtful, 
so  true. 

Capt.  Moore  had  a  great  influence  in  his  Association.  He  knew  and 
felt  its  needs.  He  responded  most  heartily  to  every  call  to  promote  edu- 
cation and  to  give  the  Gospel  to  the  people  in  its  bounds.  But  his  brethren 
will  miss  his  wise  counsel  and  his  inspiring  speeches  most  of  all. 

How  we  all  loved  him!  The  hundreds  of  people  of  his  town,  white  and 
colored,  the  many  from  adjoining  towns  and  country,  and  those  from  afar 
who  came  to  view  his  remains  and  express  their  sympathy  for  the  bereaved 
family,  leaving  the  odor  of  sweet-scented  flowers  behind  them,  give  us  some 
idea  how  all  who  knew  him  loved  him. 

May  the  same  Lord  who  took  him  from  us  comfort  and  keep  our  hearts 
by  His  Spirit  while  we  joyfully  strive  to  carry  on  the  great  work  that  he 
loved  so  well.  W.  H.  Reddish. 

Gastonia,  N.  C,  August  16,  1905. 


HIS  MEMORY  STILL  FRESH  AS  THE  DEW. 

(Written  for  the  Memorial  Volume. ) 
As  I  stood  by  the  new-made  grave  of  Bro.  J.  D.  Moore,  long  months  ago, 
I  had  no  idea  that  his  life  had  been  so  deeply  written  on  my  heart  as  to 
remain  fresh  as  the  dew  all  this  while.  He  had  an  abiding,  enthusiastic 
interest  in  those  things  that  are  everlasting.  This  interest  was  so  mani- 
fest and  so  large  that  every  other  interest  was  quickly  removed  to  give 
place  to  it.     He  taught  us  how  to  "use  the  world  as  not  abusing  it,"    by 


JAMBS  DANIEL  MOORE.  43 

absolutely  refusing  to  regard  financial  institutions  of  any  sort  as  of 
greater  value  than  "the  little  prayer-meeting,"  or  "the  little  Sunday  school 
class."  He  taught  us  this  at  a  time  when  prosperity  in  the  South  was 
intoxicating  stalwart  men,  and  dragging  them  away  like  slaves  tied  to  a 
chariot  drawn  by  wild  horses. 

Any  man  is  worthy  of  a  place  in  this  world,  and  a  great  monument  to 
his  memory,  who  succeeds  in  saving  his  Christian  manhood  while  grappling 
with  great  financial  problems.  Bro.  Moore  attained  to  a  beautiful  spiritu- 
ality in  the  midst  of  financial  success — a  rare  gem  this. 

He  succeeded  in  teaching  us  that  'the  world  and  the  fulness  thereof  is 
the  Lord's,"  and  that  we  are  only  "the  stewards  of  the  manifold  grace  of 
God."  What  inroads  he  did  make  on  his  bank  account  for  the  sake  of 
the  blessed  kingdom !  He  dared  not  make  ventures  for  himself  and  family, 
and  risk  nothing  for  Him,  who,  having  not  seen,  he  loved. 

The  Word  of  God  was  to  him  a  living,  loving  message  which  was  meant 
to  be  incorporated  in  the  life  of  every  believer.  He  left  footprints  that 
will  make  his  name  dear  to  succeeding  generations.  The  institutions  of 
learning  of  every  grade  in  this  State  know  him.  Churches  over  the  Jand 
remember  his  timely  aid.  Friends  are  being  cheered  and  encouraged  by 
his  silent  tongue  and  sympathizing  heart. 

The  great  woman  he  loved  and  honored  while  he  lived  is  walking  in  his 
footsteps,  following  her  Lord.  0.  L.  Stringfield. 

Maiden,  N.  C,  July  9,  1907. 


44  IN  MBMORIAM 

CHAPTEK  IX. 

^  Character  (great  in  (grateful  S>erbite. 

I  sTumld  like  to  know  a  man  who  just  minded  Ms  duty  and  troubled  himself  about 
nothing;  who  did  his  own  work  and  did  not  interfere  with  God's.  How  nobly  he  would 
work— working  not  for  reward,  but  because  it  was  the  will  of  God!  How  happily  he 
would  receive  his  food  and  clothing,  receiving  them  as  the  gifts  of  God!  What  peace 
would  be  his!  What  a  sober  gayety!  How  hearty  and  infectious  his  laughter!  What  a 
friend  he  would  be!    How  sweet  his  sympathy!— George  MacDonald. 

(From  the  Gastonia  Gazette   of  August  11,    1905.) 

3f2  ORN  of  sturdy  Scotch-Irish  and  Dutch  ancestry  in  the  moun- 
^^  tains  of  Caldwell,  James  Daniel  Moore  inherited  the  versa- 
tile and  solid  qualities  of  native  character  on  which,  as  a  founda- 
tion, the  beautiful  superstructure  of  his  life  rested.  Endowed  with 
a  strong  body  and  alert  faculties,  brought  to  young  manhood  in  a 
climate  and  atmosphere  saturated  with  health-giving  properties,  he 
possessed  a  buoyancy  of  spirit,  a  smoothness  of  action,  a  litheness 
of  energy,  which  fitted  him  for  deeds  of  superior  commission 
among  his  fellows.  It  is  no  wonder  that  such  a  youth,  who  could 
afterwards  go  beyond  the  proudest  of  his  athletic  companions  by 
measuring  36  feet  at  three  long  jumps,  should  be  found  joining 
the  Confederate  army  at  fifteen,  rollicking,  marching,  camping, 
fighting.  At  Seven  Pines,  in  the  Seven  Days  before  Richmond,  at 
Fredericksburg,  the  boy  did  a  private  soldier's  part  in  covering 
Confederate  arms  with  imperishable  lustre.  He  breasted  with  a 
boy's  bravery  the  red  tide  at  Gettysburg;  in  the  charge  across  the 
wheat  field  the  colors  of  his  company  fell  fourteen  times ;  of  87 
gallant  fellows  who  swept  cheering  into  the  charge,  84  fell  a  sacri- 
fice to  the  god  of  carnage.  Only  three  reached  the  crest.  See 
there !  Moore  goes  down,  the  85th,  and  his  blood  also,  warm  and 
red  and  true,  mingled  with  the  tide  which  in  the  first  day's  fight 
enriched  that  hostile  soil.  There  was  the  faintness,  the  July  heat, 
the  awful  thirst  among  the  wounded.  Then  the  hospital,  slow 
recovery,  and  the  field  again.  After  the  Crater  he  joins  the 
cavalry,  he  is  with  Wade  Hampton's  matchless  horsemen — ^but 
peace  has  come. 


JAMBS  DANIEL  MO  ORB.  45 

The  boy  had  pious  parents,  pious  neighbors ;  and  in  the  army 
a  sternly  pious  Methodist  friend,  older  than  he,  who  was  a  man 
of  prayer.  And  the  man  of  prayer  prayed  for  the  boy,  wrestled 
and  would  not  let  go.  The  boy  was  converted  and  never  ceased 
to  revere  the  name  of  the  good  man  Tuttle,  to  whose  prayers  he 
so  often  felt  that  he  owed  his  awakening.  How  easily  a  beautiful 
passage  from  Bitter  Sweet  flows  into  mind : 

Teach  me  the  better  way, 
And  every  expiration  from  my  lips 
Shall  be  a  grateful  blessing  on  your  head; 
And  in  the  coming  world  I'll  seek  the  side 
Of  no  more  gracious  angel  than  the  man 
Who  gives  me  brotherhood  by  leading  me 
Home  with  himself  to  Heaven. 

From  the  day  of  the  young  man's  conversion  the  development  of 
his  grand  character  began.  Others  may  serve  God  through  fear 
of  His  wrath,  yet  others  for  hope  of  reward.  This  man  was 
grateful,  and  served  his  whole  life  long  through  sheer  joy  of 
service,  the  abounding  love  of  doing  the  Master's  will. 

And  he  grew,  up  and  out  as  the  mustard  seed  grows,  up  and 
strong  as  the  oak  grows,  beautiful  as  buds  unfold  into  bloom,  rich 
as  blossoms  grow  into  dropping  fruit. 

>!i         iii        * 

He  loved  his  fellow-men.  As  he  had  been  prayed  for,  he 
prayed  for  others ;  as  he  had  been  saved,  he  sought  to  bring  others 
into  the  same  rich  estate.  A  business  man  of  large  affairs,  un- 
loading from  each  day's  rushing  train  a  vast  cargo  of  duties,  dis- 
posing of  each  with  attention  and  prudent  care,  he  still  grew  in 
spirit,  and  was  not  choked  by  the  brambles  of  the  world.  A  fel- 
low-deacon said,  ''He  was  always  approachable.  He  is  the  one 
man  I  have  known  with  whom  I  could  talk  with  perfect  freedom 
upon  the  subject  of  religion."  A  devout  negro  many  miles  away 
said,  "He  has  so  often  helped  me— he  gave  to  me  and  asked  me 
how  I  was  coming  on  spiritually."  Two  extremes  rather,  but 
his  sympathy  easily  encompassed  both. 


46  IN  MBMORIAM 

His  good  deeds,  some  of  them,  might  be  enumerated.  But 
why?  Cornice  and  cokimn  and  arch  and  window  and  each  stone 
carved  from  the  quarry  may  be  perfect  in  art  and  form,  but  why 
through  narrowed  vision  peer  at  these  in  turn  and  miss  the  vision 
of  the  completed  temple?  There  it  stands  fashioned  after  the 
plans  of  the  Architect. 

See  each  separate  stone  and  miss  the  grandeur  of  the  edifice; 
look  at  each  leaf  and  lose  the  beauty  of  the  tree. 

2^  iK  H: 

A  completed  life?     Completed?     The  tree  was  still  growing. 

Aye,  the  tree  was  living  and  had  to  grow  to  live.  But  may  it 
not  have  been  a  perfect  tree — trunk,  leaf,  graceful  branches,  all 
in  assembled  symmetry  ?  Had  it  remained,  its  protecting  branches 
would  still  have  given  shelter  to  the  birds  of  the  air,  but  it  would 
have  been  none  the  more  a  perfect  tree  on  this  account — only 
longer  in  service,  not  more  perfect  in  service.  Take  away  the 
great  oak  in  the  forest,  and  the  others  around  it  will  grow. 

So  sudden !  He  wished  it  so.  "Suddenly,  quickly,  let  my  pass- 
ing be,"  he  often  said.  He  did  not  wish  to  linger.  "I  find  rest 
in  a  change  of  work:  let  me  serve  here  until  the  call  comes  and 
then — work  without  labor." 

And  so  it  seems.  Not  before  he  was  ready,  but  sooner  even 
than  he  expected,  the  Master  called  him  up  higher  to  say,  "Well 
done !" 

A  tree  in  the  full  tide  of  Hfe,  a  shining  palace  builded  of  good 
deeds ;  a  finished  character. 


JAMBS  DANIBL  MOORB.  47 

CHAPTER  X. 

STfje  JSis  poplar:  ^  (giant  of  tje  3iaaoabIanb.* 

Father,  Thy  hand 
Hath  reared  these  venerable  columns;  Thou 
Didst  weave  this  verdant  roof.     Thou  didst  look  down 
Upon  the  naked  earth,  and  forthwith  rose 
All  these  fair  ranks  of  trees. 

—Bryant:  Forest  Hymn. 

(From  the  Progressive  Farmer,  Raleigh,  N.  C,  August  16,  1904.) 

/I^  N  the  west  side  of  the  Big  Branch,  over  in  the  hollow  beyond 
the  Graveyard  Hill,  stood  the  Big  Poplar — a  giant  among 
his  fellows,  friend  of  the  smaller  trees  that  looked  tip  to  him,  his 
great  protecting  limbs  soaring  aloft  above  them.  With  what 
saticiness  the  gray  squirrel  scampered  up  its  spacious  trunk !  How 
safe  in  its  towering  branches  appeared  the  hawk  on  the  lookout 


*This  exquisite  bit  of  descriptive  prose,  as  true  a  poem  as  ever  shaped 
itself  to  man's  poor  words,  breathing  and  throbbing  and  singing  and  sob- 
bing with  the  very  soul  of  the  things  described,  was  the  first  of  a  series  of 
"  Home  Acre  Sketches  "  in  which  with  wonderful  sympathy  of  perception 
and  felicity  of  interpretation,  Rev.  Hight  C.  Moore  has  written  of  the  life 
and  beauty  of  his  native  heath— the  Globe  Valley.  It  caught  the  attention 
of  Mr.  J.D.  Moore  on  sight  and  he  read  this,  as  well  as  others  of  the  sketches, 
with  exuberant  feelings  of  pleasure,  not  only  on  account  of  his  interest  in 
their  author,  but  because  of  the  intrinsic  merit  of  the  sketches  themselves 
and  of  the  early  associations  they  so  vividly  recalled.  This  first  sketch  of 
the  series  was  written  and  published  about  a  year  before  Mr.  Moore's  death. 
At  the  time,  there  was  no  thought  of  such  application  in  the  mind  of  the 
author  or  of  the  rest  of  us;  but  now  that  Mr.  Moore  is  gone,  how  typical  it 
all  seems!  If  the  fife  of  J.  D.  Moore,  the  stalwart  son  of  that  hill-encircled 
valley,  the  man  out  in  the  world  among  his  fellows,  and  that  life's  sudden 
crashing  end  were  to  be  portrayed  in  allegory,  how  could  it  be  done  with  more 
fidelity  and  beauty  than  we  find  in  this  exquisite  life  story  of  the  Big 
Poplar,  written,  as  we  have  said,  with  not  the  remotest  dream  in  the  mind 
of  the  author  that  he  was  almost  penning  prophecy  when  he  wrote  it!  These 
observations,  it  is  believed,  will  be  sufficient  to  explain  why  this  sketch  is 
included  among  the  chapters  composing  this  memorial  volume. 


48  IN  MBMORIAM 

for  little  chicks,  the  crow  gorged  with  sweet  up-springing  corn, 
the  sonorous  "Hoot"  owl  on  his  midnight  vigil ! 

Right  by  it  led  the  path  up  the  hollow  to  the  old  Coffey  Place ; 
in  fact,  one  of  its  roots  gave  a  jolt  to  every  cart  and  wagon  that 
passed,  and  here  more  than  one  boy,  hurrying  the  cows  to  the 
pasture,  stumped  the  blood  out  of  his  toe.  The  sort  of  a  tree  you 
would  notice  in  a  multitude  of  trees;  just  as  you  have  seen  men 
whom  you  would  single  out  in  an  audience  of  a  thousand  or  would 
stop  on  a  busy  thoroughfare  to  follow  with  your  eyes  or  to  speak 
about  to  your  companion.  Such  a  magnificent,  kingly  thing  was 
this  poplar,  a  very  Saul  of  the  woodlands,  head  and  shoulders 
above  all  about  him. 

Many  have  been  the  map-changing  years  since  the  birth  of  the 
Big  Poplar  in  this  narrow  nook  some  unregistered  day  in  the  long, 
long  ago.  Here  it  stood  before  the  first  of  an  unbroken  line  of 
Jesse  Moores,  back  in  later  colonial  days,  cleared  away  the  cane- 
brake  along  John's  River,  carved  out  a  home  amid  these  encircling 
mountains,  and  called  the  valley  Globe.  Rattle  of  flintlocks  at 
King's  Mountain,  buzz  of  the  Hornets  of  Mecklenburg,  or,  earlier 
still,  the  music  of  the  merry-makers  in  Tryon's  Palace  and  the 
cooing  of  little  Virginia  Dare — were  they  not  in  those  ante-wire- 
less days  borne  hither  on  wings  of  ether  to  the  high  topmost 
boughs  of  the  Big  Poplar?  Oh  what  has  not  its  mantled  ears 
heard — what  is  not  inwrought  in  its  inmost  fibers  ?  Silent  sphinx 
of  the  hills,  unspeaking,  majestic,  yet  content  with  Big  Branch 
hollow,  undiscordant  neighbor  for  unnumbered  years. 

And  how  long  it  was  in  the  making!  A  very  prodigal  with 
decades  and  even  centuries ;  thousands  of  daily  summer  suns ; 
millions  of  rain-drops  and  snow-flakes  and  breeze-kisses  and  dew- 
sparkles.  On  and  on  went  the  work  of  growth  day  and  night; 
up  and  down  rushed  the  tide  of  life,  spring  and  autumn;  and 
above  it  always  the  sleepless,  inescapable  eye  of  the  Infinite ! 

Yet,  you  may  be  sure,  the  Big  Poplar  did  not  reach  his  proud 
position  without  a  life  of  struggle;  no  greatness  is  ever  achieved 
without  that.  The  infant  tree  was  no  doubt  exposed  repeatedly 
to  the  hostile  tread  of  prowling  beasts,  to  the  downfall  of  crash- 


JAMES  DANIEL  MOORE.  49 

ing  limbs,' or  perchance  to  the  uprooting  freshets  of  the  Big 
Bmnch.  Yet  it  survived :  survived  the  ice  and  snow  and  cHnging 
sleet  of  winter ;  withstood  the  storm  of  pelting  hail  and  bough- 
breaking  wind;  heard  unmoved  the  deafening  thunder  reverber- 
ating through  the  valley ;  saw  the  sun  veiled  by  eclipse  as  if  fore- 
casting the  final  Judgment;  felt  the  shock  of  earthquake,  yet  stood 
his  ground !     No ;  the  Big  Poplar,  like  the  poetic  saint,  was  not, 

and  could  not  be — 

"     .     .     carried  to  the  skies 
On  flowery  beds  of  ease." 
*     *     * 

Beautiful,  grand  forest-monarch,  unconquered  by  any  natural 
foes,  only  man  shall  be  thy  master  and— thy  murderer !  Once  in 
a  while  it  was  smitten  by  the  axe  of  the  woodman  as  he  cleared 
away  the  underbrush  about  it  making  way  for  pasture.  Some- 
times the  rail-splitter  would  figure  on  the  fencing  that  could  be 
made  out  of  it,  but  the  Big  Poplar  was  left  standing.  The  house- 
builder  saw  in  it  an  abundance  of  good  lumber,  but  the  logs  would 
away.  The  wood-getter  wished  for  some  magic  wand  whereby 
he  could  change  it  into  many  cords  of  stove-wood,  sawed  and 
split  and  seasoned  and  stored.  Ah,  man  was  eyeing  the  Big 
Poplar,  sizing  him  up,  making  calculations  about  him,  coolly  get- 
ting ready  for  the  massacre,  awaiting  the  opportune  moment  for 
slaughter.  Yet  still  the  Big  Poplar  stood  there  in  the  Big  Branch 
pasture,  smaller  trees  now  shorn  from  around  it,  the  cattle  grazing 
at  its  base  or  chewing  the  cud  beneath  its  summer  shade ! 

At  last  the  lumberman  came  into  that  quiet  valley  and  surveyed 
the  virgin  forests  mantling  its  crests,  slopes  and  hollows.  The 
siren  jingle  of  silver  won  the  consent  of  the  neighborhood  land- 
owners and  so  sentence  of  death  was  passed  upon  many  a  fine 
oak,  chestnut,  pine,  poplar,  cherry  and  walnut.  Never  mind  the 
business  side  of  it;  that  was  all  right— it  was  a  financial  blessmg 
to  the  people,  developing  latent  resources  and  throwing  into  their 
hands  many  a  dollar  that  would  never  have  gotten  into  the  county. 
But  what  lover  of  Nature  can  see  unmoved  a  forest  shorn  of  its 
glory,  mangled,  scarred,  mutilated,  dying?     Or  who  would  not 


50  IN  MBMORIAM 

resent  the  slaughter  of  a  great  tree  thick  with  early  associations, 
fraught  with  heart-secrets  and  memories,  innocent  as  the  whitest 
flake  out  of  the  snow-cloud  ? 


Of  course  the  Big  Poplar  was  doomed.  Sharp  the  axes  were 
ground  that  morning;  their  keen  edges  were  driven  by  brawny 
arms  toward  the  heart  of  the  mighty  tree.  Blow  after  blow,  blow 
after  blow,  and  at  last — the  monarch  of  the  Big  Branch  hollow 
wavered  like  a  wounded  eagle  arrow-struck  in  mid-air,  then  down 
with  a  shriek  and  crash,  shaking  the  hillsides  and  sending  its 
echoes  out  into  and  up  and  down  the  valley ! 

And  with  such  a  dying  groan  the  Big  Poplar,  wakeful  every 
moment  for  many  a  long  year,  fell  asleep  on  the  bosom  of  Mother 
Earth. 

'fi     ^     ^ 

Sharp  and  keen  and  swift  the  saw  severing  the  fallen  trunk 
once,  twice,  thrice,  four  times ;  and  the  fine  old  poplar  is  nothing 
now  but  uneven  stump,  broken  branches,  and  big  saw-logs.  Let 
stump  and  branches  rot,  burn,  or  cumber  the  ground;  out  with 
the  logs,  and  on  to  the  mills  and  the  markets ! 

In  come  the  slow  strong  oxen  under  the  whip  and  yell  of  their 
drivers.  The  logs  one  by  one  are  secured,  the  word  is  said,  the 
yokes  are  strained,  and  the  home  of  the  Big  Poplar  is  left  behind 
forever.  Through  a  ford  of  the  Big  Branch,  on  by  the  Graveyard 
Hill,  then  across  the  Gate  Field,  and  down  to  the  bank  of  the 
clear,  dashing,  shallow,  torrential  John's  River.  Here,  and  almost 
in  sight  of  the  stump,  the  huge  logs,  already  scarred  and  be- 
grimed, are  left  to  await  a  freshet  started  by  the  splash-dams  up 
the  valley  or  caused  by  the  downpour  of  the  clouds.  Then  into 
the  swollen,  surging  stream  the  logs  are  rolled.  The  current 
seizes  them,  hurls  them  against  one  another,  drags  them  over 
the  grinding  rocks,  bears  them  onward  by  overlooking  moimtains 
and  beneath  weeping  skies,  on  through  Sideling  Hill  Gorge  out 
of  their  native  valley,  on  and  on  till  they  are  caught  by  the  long 
arm  of  the  lumberman's  boom  and  swung  out  of  the  water.    Then 


JAMES  DANIEL  MOORE.  51 

the  sawyer  does  his  work,  ripping  them  into  slabs  and  planks  and 
sawdust;  then  the  hot  kiln,  till  water  and  sap  are  gone;  then  the 
transporting  cars  and  the  transforming  factory,  re-sawing,  plan- 
ing, fitting,  manufacturing;  and  then  each  piece  to  its  place  in 
residence,  school  room,  office  or  store,  far  away  in  the  lowlands 
or  across  the  sea ! 

So  wdiere  is  the  Big  Poplar  to-day?  One  plank  in  a  Gastonia 
coffin,  a  strip  in  the  drawer  of  a  High  Point  desk,  shavings  in 
Lenoir,  slabs  at  Collettsvihe,  a  few  log  splinters  at  Sideling  Hill, 
some  pieces  of  bark  in  the  Gate  Field,  and  the  old  stump  still  on 
the  banks  of  the  Big  Branch ! 

H<        ^        j!x 

I  stand  by  the  old  stump,  mark  its  decay,  walk  around  its 
crumbling  base :  vacant  air  above,  where  the  proud  tree  rose ;  no 
chattering  squirrel  now  in  lofty  boughs ;  no  cud-chewers  lying 
on  the  grass  in  the  leafy  shade.  Ah,  no !  The  axe  and  the  ox, 
the  river  and  the  saw,  have  done  their  work.  The  remains  of 
the  woodland  giant  are  scattered  more  widely  and  worse  than  the 
bones  in  the  valley  of  Ezekiel's  vision:  weatherboarding  here 
under  the  constant  assault  of  the  elements ;  desks  there  for  school 
children  to  mark  up  and  whittle;  coffins  yonder  for  the  burial  of 
the  dead !  Scattered,  widely  scattered ;  and  there  is  no  prophet 
to  recall  them  here  and  re-erect  the  magnificent  life  of  the  past. 

A  dead,  irrevocable  love  is  the  Big  Poplar  now,  but  ever  shall 
it  be  a  sweet  and  living  memory. 

Right  C.  IMoori:. 

Raleigh,  North  Caeolina, 
August,  1904. 


52  IN  MBMORIAM 

CHAPTEK  XI. 

Sunset  and     evening  star, 

And  one  clear  call  for  me! 
And  may  there  be  no  moaning  of  the  bar 

When  I  put  out  to  sea. 

— Tennyson:  Crossing  the  Bar. 

JtrHEN  there  came  forth  a  summons  for  Mr.  Standfast.  This 
^^  Mr.  Standfast  was  he  whom  the  rest  of  the  pilgrims  found 
upon  his  knees  in  the  Enchanted  Ground.  And  the  post  brought 
it  to  him  open  in  his  hands :  the  contents  thereof  were,  that  he 
must  prepare  for  a  change  of  hfe,  for  his  Master  was  not  willing 
that  he  should  be  so  far  from  him  any  longer.  At  this  Air.  Stand- 
fast was  put  into  a  muse.  Nay,  said  the  messenger,  you  need  not 
doubt  of  the  truth  of  my  message ;  for  here  is  a  token  of  the  truth 
thereof,  "Thy  wheel  is  broken  at  the  cistern." 

In  such  fashion  does  John  Bunyan,  near  the  end  of  his  good 
and  very  beautiful  story,  begin  to  relate  to  us  how  the  final  sum- 
mons was  answered  by  one  of  his  pilgrims.  This  allegory  of  the 
passing  of  Mr.  Standfast  is  so  apt  in  very  many  respects  to  the 
case  in  hand  that  the  compiler  of  these  pages  has  not  been  able 
to  gain  his  consent  to  omit  it.  The  death  of  Mr.  Aloore  was  sud- 
den, as  sudden  as  the  breaking  of  the  wheel  at  the  cistern,  but 
that  does  not  signify  that  he  was  unprepared  for  this  supreme 
moment.  Far  from  it.  On  the  contrary,  he  had  mused  over  the 
summons  many  times  during  his  earthly  sojourn,  and  had  spent 
his  Christian  life  setting  in  order  his  spiritual  affairs  against  the 
day  when  he  should  be  called  away.  And  it  so  happened  that 
after  he  was  gone  his  four  sons  discovered  among  his  records 
that  even  the  condition  of  his  earthly  estate  had  been  set  down 
in  order  by  this  prudent  man  less  than  two  months  before  he 
passed  over  to  be  with  his  Lord.  He  had  so  lived  indeed  as  if 
believing  the  time  of  his  summons  to  be  ever  near  and  as  if  he 
foreknew  that  the  manner  of  his  going  would  be  swift  and  quick. 
Not  a  few  times  had  he  spoken  of  it,  saying  that  he  wished  in  this 
way  to  take  his  departure,  to  go  suddenly  from  the  midst  of  life's 


JAMES  DANIEL  MOORE.  53 

activities,  without  being  permitted  to  linger  long  in  helpless  afflic- 
tion or  lag  superfluous  in  decrepit  old  age.  And  it  was  so.  On 
the  fourth  Sunday  in  July  he  taught  the  Sunday  school  lesson; 
it  was  on  the  Gracious  Invitation,  "Seek  ye  the  Lord  while  He 
may  be  found."  The  following  week,  while  on  a  mountain  trip 
for  needed  recreation,  he  attended  a  Gospel  mission  meeting  at 
Three  Forks  Baptist  Church  in  Watauga  County,  where,  accord- 
ing to  a  newspaper  correspondent,  "he  filled  his  place  well  in  the 
discussions,  making  two  or  three  great  speeches,"  one  of  them 
having  been  delivered  Sunday  on  the  subject  of  the  Holy  Spirit. 
The  following  week  he  returned  home.  Saturday  he^was  in  his 
business  office  at  work,  and  on  the  next  day  he  was  taken.  Being 
prepared,  he  needed  no  warning  of  incurable  disease,  and,  being 
obedient,  he  needed  no  discipline  of  long  suffering. 

There  is  another  similitude  or  two  in  this  allegory  of  the  de- 
parture of  Mr.  Standfast.  In  the  further  part  of  the  story,  which 
shall  be  set  down  presently,  it  is  related  that  "there  was  a  great 
calm  at  that  time  in  the  river;  wherefore  Mr.  Standfast,  when 
he  was  about  halfway  in,  stood  a  while  and  talked  with  his  com- 
panions that  had  waited  upon  him  hither."  Now,  when  Mr. 
Moore  was  taken,  it  was  on  the  Lord's  day  at  an  hour  of  great 
calm.  With  him  were  his  physician,  his  beloved  wife,  and  his 
son — these  were  the  companions  of  his  last  hours.  And  if  it  had 
been  permitted  to  him  to  speak  to  them  when  he  was  "about  half- 
way in"  the  river,  his  last  words,  it  is  easy  for  us  to  think,  would 
have  been  so  like  those  of  Mr.  Standfast  that  we  can  almost  hear 
his  voice;  so  often,  while  he  was  yet  with  us,  did  we  hear  him 
speak  words  that  were  like  them. 

Having  shown  the  reason  wherefore  we  have  mentioned  the 
further  part  of  the  allegory  about  the  last  words  of  Bunyan's 
saint,  let  us  now  give  them  as  narrated  in  the  book: 

"When  ^Ir.  Standfast  had  thus  set  things  in  order,  and  the 
time  being  come  for  him  to  haste  him  away,  he  also  went  down 
to  the  river.  Now  there  was  a  great  calm  at  that  time  in  the 
river;  wherefore  Mr.  Standfast,  when  he  was  about  halfway  in, 
stood  a  while,  and  talked  with  his  companions  that  had  waited 
upon  him  thither.    And  he  said,  This  river  has  been  a  terror  to 


54  IN  MBMORIAM 

many;  yea,  the  thoughts  of  it  also  have  often  frightened  me;  but 
now  methinks  I  stand  easy ;  my  foot  is  fixed  upon  that  on  which 
the  feet  of  the  priests  that  bare  the  ark  of  the  covenant  stood 
while  Israel  went  over  Jordan.  (Josh.  3:17.)  The  waters  in- 
deed are  to  the  palate  bitter,  and  to  the  stomach  cold ;  yet  the 
thoughts  of  what  I  am  going  to,  and  of  the  convoy  that  waits 
me  on  the  other  side,  do  lie  as  a  glowing  coal  at  my  heart.  I  see 
myself  now  at  the  end  of  my  journey;  my  toilsome  days  are 
ended.  I  am  going  to  see  that  head  which  was  crowned  with 
thorns,  and  that  face  which  was  spit  upon  for  me.  I  have  for- 
merly lived  by  hearsay  and  faith ;  but  now  I  go  where  I  shall  live 
by  sight,  and  shall  be  with  Him  in  whose  company  I  delight 
myself.  I  have  loved  to  hear  my  Lord  spoken  of;  and  wherever 
I  have  seen  the  print  of  his  shoe  in  the  earth,  there  I  have  coveted 
to  set  my  foot  too.  His  name  has  been  to  me  as  a  civet-box :  yea, 
sweeter  than  all  perfumes.  His  voice  to  me  has  been  most  sweet, 
and  his  countenance  I  have  more  desired  than  they  that  have  most 
desired  the  light  of  the  sun.  His  words  I  did  use  to  gather  for 
my  food,  and  for  antidotes  against  my  faintings.  He  hath  held 
me,  and  hath  kept  me  from  mine  iniquities;  yea,  my  steps  hath 
he  strengthened  in  his  way. 

"Now,  while  he  was  thus  in  discourse,  his  countenance  changed ; 
his  strong  man  bowed  under  him :  and  after  he  had  said,  Take 
me,  for  I  come  unto  Thee,  he  ceased  to  be  seen  of  them. 

''But  glorious  it  was  to  see  how  the  open  region  was  filled  with 
horses  and  chariots,  with  trumpeters  and  pipers,  with  singers  and 
players  upon  stringed  instruments,  to  welcome  the  pilgrims  as 
they  went  up,  and  followed  one  another  in  at  the  beautiful  gate." 

And  now  that  he  has  crossed  over,  it  is  so  that  when  we  would 
recall  the  last  message  of  our  dear  dead  friend,  we  find  ourselves 
recalling  his  life,  his  gentle  words,  his  good  deeds,  his  kind  heart, 
his  fervent  prayers,  and  his  steadfast  faith,  through  all  of  which 
he  yet  speaks.  The  fragrance  of  his  life  breathes  upon  us  like 
a  sweet  benediction  from  the  past.  Our  memory  of  him  is  set 
with  pleasing  thoughts  as  the  fields  are  starred  with  many  flowers. 
Passing  along  the  way  appointed  for  him  to  walk,  he  perfected 
day  by  day  his  preparation  for  the  summons,  whether  at  morning, 
noon,  or  midnight,  which  should  mark  his  journey's  end;  and 
when  the  summons  came  he  was  ready.     The  spirit  in  which  he 


JAMBS  DANIEL  MO  ORB.  55 

ordered  his  daily  walk  is  beautifully  portrayed  in  the  following 
brief  passage ;  and  as  we  look  back  upon  his  now  completed  life, 
his  example  still  beckoning  to  us  with  its  persuasive  influences, 
we  may  each  feel  moved  to  no  more  fitting  aspiration  than  that 
breathed  by  the  stricken  poet  in  these  lines : 

Thus 
I  wish  to  live,  life's  aims  subserved  to  God; 
And  each  continued  day  and  hour  regard 
As  special  gifts  to  be  improved  for  him; 
To  wear  the  girdle  of  the  world  about  my  loins 
So  loosely  that  a  moment  will  suffice 
To  break  the  clasp  and  lay  it  down. 


56  IN  MBMORIAM 

CHAPTER  XII. 

^  g>un=CroU)neii  ILxit. 

"  Son  of  Hur,"  he  said,  gravely,  "the  Lord  has  been  good  to  you  in  these  later  years. 
You  have  much  to  be  thankful  for.  Is  it  not  time  to  decide  finally  the  meaning  of  the 
gift  of  the  great  fortune  now  all  in  your  hands,  and  growing? 

"1  decided  that  long  ago.    The  fortune  was  meant  for  the  service  of  the  giver;  not  a 

part,  Simonides,  but  all  of  it.    The  question  with  me  has  been,  How  can  I  make  it  most 

useful  in  his  cause? 

—From  the  last  chapter  of  Ben  Hur:  A  Tale  of  the  Christ. 

(Funeral  address  by  Rev.  F.  C.  Hickson,  of  Gaffney,  S.  C,  at  the  First 
Baptist  Church  of  Gastonia,  August  8,  1905.) 

EVERAL  years  ago  I  stood  on  Caesar's  Head  and  saw  the 
sun  set.  The  mountain  peaks  to  the  westward  are  of  such 
varied  heights  as  to  break  the  light  of  the  setting  sun  into  the 
seven  colors  of  the  rainbow.  I  had  seen  the  sun  that  day  at  noon 
in  all  its  might  and  glory.  But  its  light  dazzled  me;  it  was  not 
half  so  beautiful  as  now.  I  knew  J.  D.  Moore  in  the  glare  and 
glory  of  his  active,  splendid  life.  It  was  glorious  to  see  him  live. 
But  now  at  the  sunset  there  breaks  across  the  horizon  a  halo  of 
beauty  radiant  and  glorious.  His  life  has  fallen  upon  me  to-day 
with  unspeakable  sweetness  and  blessing. 

When  I  ought  to  be  weeping  for  my  loss,  my  soul  is  thrilled 
as  the  memory  of  his  life  plays  like  a  skilled  musician  upon  every 
chord  of  my  heart  and  makes  an  anthem  of  delight  in  the  chamber 
of  my  soul.     I  can  not  weep.     I  want  to  sing.    I  am  full  of  joy. 

When  the  pastor  asked  me  to  say  something,  I  could  not  choose 
a  text  for  the  press  of  passages  that  presented  themselves  to  my 
mind.  I  shall  just  let  a  few  of  these  passages,  with  some  of  their 
lessons,  come  and  lay  themselves  upon  your  hearts.  How  full  and 
rich  and  sweet  and  blessed  is  the  Bible  on  occasions  Hke  this ! 

You  remember  when  that  good  woman  Dorcas  died  and  they 
sent  for  Peter,  not  to  preach  her  funeral,  but  to  raise  her  again 
to  life,  those  who  had  been  the  recipients  of  various  articles  of  her 
handiwork  came  and  held  them  up  there  in  the  presence  of  her 
silent  body  and  of  Peter  and  the  rest,  and  said,  ''See  here  what 


JAMES  DANIEL  MOORE.  57 

kindness  she  did  me,"  each  possibly  touching  in  gratitude  those 
fingers  now  so  quiet,  so  strangely  idle.  It  was  so  natural.  They 
had  gratitude  before,  but  never  like  now.  Would  it  not  be  a  great 
funeral  for  J.  D.  ^loore  if  every  one  who  has  ever  received  some 
token  of  his  love  were  to  hold  them  up  here  before  his  poor  dead 
face?  Is  there  one  in  all  this  town  and  country  who  would  not 
have  his  tribute  to  pay?  When  I  got  off  the  train  to-day  and 
started  to  his  home,  as  I  have  so  often  done,  at  the  first  corner 
I  came  upon  a  group  of  colored  people.  They  were  talking  of 
Mr.  Moore,  and  they  wept  as  they  talked.  Each  remembered  that 
he  had  done  him  or  her  a  kindness.  Ah!  If  I  were  to  bring 
every  token  of  his  kindness  done  to  me  and  lay  it  beside  his  casket 
here^  there  would  be  no  room  for  any  one  else  in  this  house. 
''Whosoever  shall  give  a  cup  of  cold  water  to  one  of  my  disciples 
shall  not  lose  his  reward." 

:^         ^        ^ 

Some  one  in  Charlotte  made  the  inquiry,  "How  much  was  J. 
D.  Moore  worth  when  he  died?"  I  said  I  don't  know  about  his 
possessions  here  in  this  world.  It  is  a  wonder  if  he  has  anything, 
he  was  so  lavish  in  his  giving.  But  I  do  know  he  has  a  very  large 
fortune  in  heaven  to-day.  "Blessed  are  the  dead  which  die  in  the 
Lord  from  henceforth :  Yea,  saith  the  Spirit,  that  they  may  rest 
from  their  labors ;  and  their  works  do  follow  them"— that  is,  the 
accumulation  of  their  life  goes  along  with  them.  This  is  how  it  is 
we  lay  up  treasure  in  heaven.  Jesus,  our  blessed  Redeemer,  pur- 
chased eternal  Hfe  for  us  and  gave  us  a  glorious  mansion  in  his 
Father's  home  all  free.  But  when  he  gave  us  this  new  life  he 
said,  "Use  it  and  all  its  accumulations  shall  be  your  inheritance 

above." 

J.  D.  Moore  was  not  poor  of  money  in  this  world.  He  acquired 
from  the  very  start  and  increased  all  the  way  along.  He  was  too 
good  a  steward  not  to  be  entrusted  largely  with  the  Lord's  money. 
But  all  this  bank  and  factory  stock  and  real  estate  and  money 
seem  a  paltry  sum  to  him  to-day  as  he  takes  stock  among  his 
heavenly  goods.  One  day  I  went  up  stairs  into  a  sick  room.  The 
man  said  he  had  been  taken  sick  on  his  arrival  here  and  had  not 


58  IN  MBMORIAM 

done  a  day's  work  and  his  wife  had  been  compelled  to  stay  in 
and  nurse  him  till  they  had  spent  all  they  had  brought  with  them. 
I  said,  "We  can  furnish  you  some."  ''No  need,"  he  answered, 
"Mr.  Moore  came  up  here  to-day  and  saw  us,  and  went  away  and 
sent  us  everything  we  need."  Time  after  time  I  have  heard  him 
say,  "Send  to  my  store  and  get  whatever  you  need  and  if  won't 
be  charged  to  you."  I  used  to  wonder  how  he  managed  to  find 
every  case  of  need.  He  never  needed  to  be  reminded  of  a  case 
of  want  He  knew  every  house  in  this  town  where  there  was 
trouble  or  need  and  he  was  at  their  service,  and  they  knew  it.  He 
kept  no  books  against  the  Lord  and  the  poor,  he  just  poured  out 
unto  them  as  he  had  opportunity  and  rejoiced  to  do  it.  Little  did 
he  then  think  or  care  what  a  splendid  business  proposition  that 
sort  of  life  was.  He  knows  to-day.  I  think  I  can  see  him  as  with 
blushing  surprise  he  asks,  "When,  when,  did  I  do  this  for  you. 
Master?" 

^     ^     jjj 

Not  only  did  he  lay  up  his  money  in  heaven.  There  never  was 
a  sweeter  balm  in  Gilead  than  the  voice  of  J.  D.  Moore.  Some 
people  go  to  the  great  conservatories  of  music  to  train  their  voices 
to  sing.  J.  D.  Moore  went  surely  to  the  great  school  of  Christ 
and  trained  his  voice  to  soothe  an  aching  heart.  Many  and  many 
a  one  here  to-day  could  testify  with  me  of  how,  when  they  looked 
into  that  handsome  face,  beaming  with  love,  and  listened  to  his 
gentle,  sweet,  honest  words,  the  oil  of  healing  came.  This  was 
not  once.  His  face  was  a  beam  of  sunshine  and  his  voice  a  song 
of  joy  from  one  end  of  this  town  to  the  other  the  most  of  his 
life.  Every  time  I  look  down  at  that  casket  there  I  find  myself 
about  to  say,  "God  bless  you,  I  thank  you;  with  all  my  heart,  I 
thank  you !"  I  shall  count  it  one  of  the  sweetest  privileges  in 
heaven  to  take  J.  D.  Aloore  by  the  hand  and,  in  the  presence  of 
my  Lord,  tell  him  of  the  many  kindnesses  he  did  me  here;  and  I 
am  sure  my  Lord  will  reward  him. 

^     ^     ^ 

I  am  so  glad  that  while  he  was  yet  alive  I  told  him  what  I 
thought  of  him.     On  one  occasion  since  I  left  here  I  preached 


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from  this  text,  "Ye  tithe  mint  and  anise  and  cummin  and  neglect 
the  weightier  matters  of  the  law,  justice,  mercy  and  faith."  I 
used  the  most  delicate  and  accurate  balance  to  illustrate  justice. 
The  just  man  would  not  put  the  tiniest  particle  of  dust  in  the 
balances  to  make  it  pull  down  in  his  favor.  I  wrote  to  him  and 
said,  ''That  is  my  opinion  of  you :  and  more,  I  believe  you  always 
fulfill  that  other  principle  of  the  law  and  put  more  in  your  fellow- 
man's  side  than  your  own."  I  never  knew  a  more  honorable  man 
than  J.  D.  Moore.  He  loved  to  make  money.  His  eye 
kindled  with  delight  at  the  prospect  of  business  which  paid. 
If  anything  could  depress  his  spirits  it  was  depression  of 
business.  And  yet  I  but  speak  what  every  one  here  whd 
knew  him  will  agree  to,  that  if  J.  D.  Moore  could  have  had  the 
fortune  of  Rockefeller  for  one  lie,  he  would  not  have  paid  the 
price.  More  than  that,  I  believe  if  financial  reverses  had  over- 
taken him  such  as  would  have  forced  a  choice  of  paying  his  honest 
debts  and  leaving  himself  and  family  penniless  he  would  have 
paid  his  debts — and  no  man  loved  his  wife  and  children  better 
than  he.  But  he  loved  his  honor  above  life  itself.  There  never 
lived  a  truer  man  than  J.  D.  Moore.  He  was  so  tender  of  heart 
for  the  feelings  of  others  that  I  once  was  about  to  question 
whether  he  were  acting  perfectly  true  to  himself  and  the  Cause. 
But  I  stopped,  and  said,  "If  you  hadn't  gone  as  far  as  the  farthest 
of  Pickett's  men  at  Gettysburg  and  was  brought  off  broken  and 
bleeding  from  shot  and  shell,  I'd  call  you  a  coward."  He  smiled 
and  a  tear  came  into  my  eye.     Ah,  he  would  do  to  trust ! 

^     jfi     ^ 

I  said  that  Bro.  Moore  would  turn  that  scale  in  his  fellow- 
man's  favor — he  was  a  merciful  man.  His  whole  life  was  proof 
of  that,  in  that  he  was  always  carrying  other  people's  loads.  But 
did  you  notice  that  he  never  asked  you  to  carry  his  load  for  him  ? 

If  ever  there  was  a  man  who  "Gave  others  the  sunshine  and 
told  Jesus  the  rest,"  that  man  was  J.  D.  Moore.  I  said  to  him 
one  day,  "Bro.  Moore,  you  have  borne  so  many  of  my  burdens 
and  carried  so  many  of  my  sorrows,  I  would  like  to  help  you 
bear  some  of  your  troubles;  but  you  never  tell  me  any  of  them. 


6o  JAMBS  DANIEL  MO  ORB. 

Do  you  never  have  any  troubles  ?"  "Yes,"  he  answered,  "but  the 
Lord  can  manage  them  better  than  you  can,  and  then  you  have 
enough  of  your  own."  This  was  not  because  he  despised  human 
sympathy.  No  man  desired  more  than  he  the  good  opinion  and 
kindly  sympathy  of  his  fellow-men.  He  was  a  modest  man  and 
used  to  hold  down  his  head  when  I  said  kind  things  about  him, 
but  the  expression  on  his  face  showed  his  heart  was  full.  He 
didn't  tell  me  his  troubles  because  he  didn't  want  to  distress  me. 

*     *     * 

It  saddens  me  to  think  I  shall  never  see  that  face  again,  and 
never  more  be  charmed  by  the  lithe,  joyous  spring  of  his  splendid 
form  as  he  walks  our  streets.  But  his  higher  and  better  self  is 
with  me  still  and  shall  remain.  He  has  joined  that  great  cloud  of 
witnesses  who  hold  us  in  full  survey,  and  his  presence  there  shall 
add  to  the  inspiration  and  aspirations  we  feel  in  this  Christian 
race.  He  will  walk  by  my  side  and  speak  comfortingly  to  me 
still.  More  than  ever  he  has  come  into  my  heart  and  life,  and 
become  a  potential  factor  in  my  every  act.  I  thank  God  that  I 
knew  him  and  walked  with  him  in  his  life,  but  greater  is  my 
gratitude  that  he  walks  with  me  more  closely  and  helpfully  now. 
His  memory  shall  be  blessed  forevermore ;  but  more  than  ever  his 
presence  shall  cheer  and  help  me. 

"Wherefore,  seeing  we  also  are  compassed  about  with  so  great  a 
cloud  of  witnesses,  let  us  lay  aside  every  weight,  and  the  sin  which 
doth  so  easily  beset  us,  and  let  us  run  with  patience  the  race  that 
is  set  before  us,  looking  unto  Jesus,  the  author  and  finisher  of 
our  faith." 


ASLEEP. 


